Book 1: Chapter 5: Abnormal Change
Anyone else keeping count of the deaths? We’re only halfway through so far and I’ve counted up to 9 deaths by the end of this chapter…and still more to come.
He locked himself in the bedroom and used a thick blanket to tightly wrap himself into a ball. The sunlight from outside the window was completely blocked by the sturdy curtains. Everything was quiet inside the messy space. There was only the glow-in-the-dark second hand of the alarm clock on the dresser that would inexhaustibly jump at periodic intervals.
Amidst this silence that was enough to drive a person hysterical, there was a tall lump shivering unceasingly on the bed. This was already the thirty-sixth hour since he had first hidden inside the blanket, not eating or drinking in fear of going to the bathroom.
No, I can’t go on. Any longer and I’ll collapse. No—actually, I’ve already collapsed.
He shakily stretched out a hand from underneath the heavy, smothering blanket.
He could not get a clear look at the exact colour of this hand in this darkness. However, it was not difficult to determine that it was not at all the skin colour of any human. It was dark, nearly pitch-black, mixing together with the faint cold light scattered throughout the room. Upon closer inspection, one would discover that the back of the hand and the arm were covered in thick, densely-packed scales. The long and slim fingers were bent and could not be straightened. There was also a thin viscous substance between each finger like the fins of certain sea creatures. The abnormality was horrifying.
And currently, the severely deformed hand strenuously grabbed the cellphone resting atop the shelf at the head of the bed to press down on the tiny number keys one after another.
“Hey, Professor…” A cracking, hoarse voice came from his throat.
The person on the other end of the line paused for a moment, having not at all recognised who the owner of the voice was.