Chapter 903: The Final Despair
A confined environment, an endless wait without hope… The Survivors of Rosen Company succumbed to madness under the crushing despair, only to retreat into fear after their hysteria subsided. No one dared go near the staircase. The gruesomely deceased corpse had been thrown onto the second floor, while another employee, tied to the handrail, slowly withered away amidst screams of agony. Within just a couple of days, he, too, was dead.
The remaining survivors endured their suffering by clinging to self-reassurance, but days passed, and still, no rescue arrived…
“The food and water we’d originally gathered from the staff canteen barely lasted any time at all. To stretch it out as long as possible, everyone’s portions were made very small. But once the supplies ran out, hunger became unbearable almost immediately. That’s when people started questioning whether rescue was even coming. Some began suggesting we escape to look for food… But no one expected this-so many of us gathered here had already attracted a horde of Zombies. The Zombies couldn’t find us, but they could sense us. They surrounded the entire building, leaving us with no way out…”
The woman in white let out another peculiar laugh. “Back then, I was terrified-terrified of being torn apart by Zombies and terrified of starving to death… There was a girl from my department who was with me. The two of us were always clinging to each other for comfort since we were both so timid. I guess most human girls are like that. Even though we’re fragile, if we have someone to lean on-or some motivation-we can hold on and endure… But at that point, no matter how much we tried to hold on, it felt meaningless. I didn’t expect her to break down before I did, though. She cried and said we were going to end up just like those two corpses, lying there without a sound, only to slowly rot away…”
“Do you know what it feels like to wait for death? To sit in the all-encompassing grip of fear? Oh, but no, you wouldn’t know… Honestly, I don’t fully understand it myself. Sometimes, when I look back on it, I feel this eerie detachment, like I’m watching another version of me… Just like now.” She continued to stare down at the female corpse and spoke in an odd tone.
Ling Mo didn’t respond. He was still searching-for a moment, an opportunity, that could give Ye Lian the chance to pull the trigger.
“But what I didn’t expect even more,” the woman continued, “was that her crying somehow brought about a change in everything… At a time like that, no one cared anymore whether the things we were doing were horrifying, because nothing is more terrifying than death. To survive, nothing was too wrong to do…”
Amidst the girl’s sobbing and cries, a quivering voice suddenly broke the silence.
“Yeah… aren’t there still corpses?”