The scene was strange… unsettling.
A monstrous roar echoed through the valley, surrounded by an army of the undead.
The stench of congealed blood hung thick in the air.
Jin stood by my side, and I felt something stirring within me—was it hunger? Or the thrill of battle?
My instincts shouted one word: Run.
But there was no running.
Fifty undead closed in from all sides. Two of us already down.
Jin's cold eyes met mine.
"No escape," he said. "We fight… or we die and become part of his army."
The air was scorching, and steel clashed as we prepared ourselves.
I whispered my plan:
"We cut through them. It's the only way."
Jin shrugged.
"Which way? Back, right, or straight ahead?"
Clark glanced back, understanding the path I meant.
Then we charged.
Despite his lost memory, Clark moved like a seasoned warrior.
His left hand held his sword, dodging a soldier's strike aimed at his face.
With a swift spin, he slashed through the attacker's neck.
Something felt off.
Jin… he seemed to enjoy the chaos, stabbing the corpse repeatedly, his face soaked in blood, a wild grin on his lips.
"Run, idiot!" Clark shouted, grabbing my arm.
Jin laughed softly.
"Relax. Why the hurry?"
The tension grew heavier.
Suddenly, strange rain fell—not ordinary water, but glowing crystal shards.
Sharp and tiny, they cut us in several places.
Clark cursed.
"Damn it! Into that cave, now!"
We moved quickly, nerves stretched tight.
Clark removed his armor, protecting his head from the flying shards.
Once inside the cave, Clark spat on the ground.
"What the hell just happened?"
Jin inspected his damaged armor.
"The cursed rain… that's what caused all this."
Clark didn't respond. Hunger gnawed at him fiercely, craving anything edible.
A small mouse scurried into view.
Most would think it harmless… or already gone.
But Clark's eyes glowed red, hungry and focused.
Hours passed, yet he stayed like that—relentless, instinct sharpened to its peak.
He sensed movement inside the burrow…
And suddenly—the mouse emerged.
In a flash, he struck with his sword, tearing into it with savage ferocity.
His eyes locked on Jin, predator to predator, unwilling to share his prey.
But the truth was undeniable: when humans are driven by pure hunger, they can do anything.
Clark's instincts flared, yet he didn't panic or lose control.
He waited… calm, focused, ready.
The lesson was clear: when survival calls, no one is truly safe from their own primal desires.
To be continued…