WHAT FAMILIAL LOVE FEELS LIKE

Anthony woke up to see himself coiled up beside Lan Xuanyu's statue. He was properly covered with a blanket which he couldn't remember when he brought. He pulled the blanket away and sat up, yawning.

He slowly looked at the door, and his heart skipped a beat.

"The walking corpses. They didn't come here, did they?"

He gasped, got to his feet, and quickly rushed to the door. The door was still blocked, just the way he left it that day he ran in to seek refuge in Hua Cheng's temple.

He went to a window and moved the items used to bar it away, and peeped outside. There were discarded weapons which he believed were from the walking corpses, and there was a skeleton on the floor with patches of ashy skin. It was dawn and the sun rays which fell on the corpse was degrading it rapidly. It was melting and disappearing into the atmosphere through grey smoke.