A few minutes later, James, who had just turned into a zombie, slowly sat up from the ground and picked up the steaming internal organs. He stuffed them into his mouth and began to chew, regardless of the fact that the food in his mouth came from his own body.
Nauseated at the b****y sight that met his eyes, Elvis turned to look at John and Ken, and said coldly, “To tell you the truth, I’m not about to get you out of here alive. But you can choose the way to die. So, be quick and make your choice.”
He had now lost interest in tormenting them, so he decided to make things clear to them.
“Can I choose to die of old age?” Ken asked, looking at Elvis with imploring eyes. Every bit of his dignity was swept into the dust, and now all he could think about was how to survive.
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