KOUSUKE
The groan of the undead, a low mournful sound. The sound of them dragging their body parts down the street behind them. The hiss of them whispering slurry words and saliva's coming out from their decaying teeth full of pulpy reddish flesh blood and it makes a ugly image to see that will seep through your brain and you can't erase it.
"Zombies," I muttered under my breath and it caught me by surprise when I saw fog coming out of my mouth. Suddenly the atmosphere comes freezing. The weather is changing and I can feel it through my bones. The technology here in Olympus is getting even more real.
We are under the survival of the gods in God Game. This is a whole new level that we didn't expect.
"And I guess we are the only players here in this level. We have our own different fig
