Asking Louis now if he was scared?
"Not scared. Not scared at all." A bunch of corpses lying still—this was obvious. What was there to be afraid of?
Even if they were missing heads, arms, or legs, it didn't matter. What mattered was that they lay still, just as a corpse should. That was nothing to fear.
Louis exhaled, and even his breath seemed to carry an extreme excitement.
As if struck by a thought, he suddenly changed direction, stepping toward the group behind him, dragging the baseball bat.
The group shivered slightly. Layla tugged at the corner of her mouth, trying to calm everyone, but Louis's presence was undeniably frightening.
Yet clearly, they hesitated, and Louis didn't focus on them.
He raised the baseball bat and swung directly at the door behind them, but it seemed enveloped in an invisible barrier, and Louis couldn't smash it!
The impact sent him shaking, his entire body trembling backward, not just his hands.
"Louis, are you okay?"
