Yellow Shirt Fatty

Dear tired Reader, it is an honor that you have chosen this book amidst the heavy, gloomy aisles of the Library.
It is with some regret, however, that I must inform you this book is ill.
Your fingers should be able to feel the raised Proliferation of tissues on the surface of the Skin of the book, 
The words written in days of old are like Parasites taking root in the pages, longing for someone to observe their writhing,
To sense, to decipher, and to touch the very essence of this sick story.
If you insist on borrowing this book, please be sure to regularly check your own physical condition.
Keep in mind.

The Gentleman at the End

Because it deviated from the main urban area and was close to the suburbs, although Death poured out and shrouded the entire city, it did not affect this place immediately.


Due to the departure of the Cemetery Manager—Rupert, all the stone gargoyles were removed, and the entire cemetery was in a state of unmanaged disarray.


a gentleman responsible for the security of the surrounding blocks, with a look of panic, ran to the cemetery gate, seeking sanctuary.


His right arm seemed to be completely withered by some kind of erosion, resembling the arm of a mummy stored for hundreds of years, which he had ultimately ripped off and discarded because it impeded his movement.


The man with the severed arm ran towards the cemetery while loudly calling for help.


"Lord Rupert, save me! My friend has been resurrected by the Death Plague and is chasing me..."


Chapter 230: Cemetery Visitor