In the midst of chaos, people squeeze themselves and banging and plead at the mercy of closed doors. Donald can’t breathe properly whilst he was captured in the center of the riot.
Instead of facing the walls, he was caught and can’t move an inch facing the streets. There he watches a woman dragging herself while a child is clinging to her back relentlessly biting off her flesh. As if it wasn’t enough, others came in and joined to feast on her.
It might be his illusion but despite the loud cries and pleas, he could hear the woman’s cries in the distance.
Turning to the other side, Kyle is convulsing after his younger brother bit him. Black veins were pumping hard in his neck before he jumped up and growled like a rabid animal.
‘What is happening?’
When the undead came closer, the cro
