A Mine, or a Prison

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The zombie ravenously tore into the man’s flesh.

When his head was ripped off, his limbs went limp.

He was dead.

Heesoo was barely breathing, her mind utterly blank.

She was surviving on sheer instinct, her legs frozen stiff from the overwhelming tension.

She didn’t run because her body and mind already knew there was no hope of escape.

She knew with chilling certainty that as soon as the zombie was done with the man, it would turn its sights on her.

The man who had seemed unstoppable as he overpowered Heesoo now looked like a hopeless, frail butterfly caught in a spider’s web as the zombie held him.

‘Perhaps dying here would be easier than enduring any more of this.’ she thought bitterly.

But deep inside, she didn’t want to die like this.

Still, she couldn’t imagine surviving even one more day in this horrid world.

“Ugh.”

A wave of nausea surged up.