Chapter 635 - Hide-and-Seek (1/2)

Translator: Lonelytree  Editor: Millman97

“Who is that? He looks familiar. Could he be one of the passengers from the bus?” The drunkard had just been saying seconds ago that the streets should be safer than the building, but before he even finished, he had been proven wrong. He suspected that there was a pair of eyes following him from a place that he could not see, observing his every move.

“Is he waving at me? With the fog, I can’t see his face, so he shouldn’t be able to see mine either. In such circumstances, a normal person wouldn’t proactively greet others.”

A person’s potential was often forced. After going through the experience earlier, the drunkard had become noticeably more cautious, and he had more to think about before making any move. The shape of the man in the fog became clearer—the person seemed to be walking toward him.

“No, I need to stay away from him.” The drunkard noticed the person pick up his speed. He did not dare to answer and turn to run away.

“If he’s a living human, he should have said something. Just standing there to wave and running toward me without saying a word is too suspicious.”

Even the streets were not safe, so the drunkard was feeling trapped. He did not know where to run to.

“The most important thing now is to meet up with the other passengers; it’s too dangerous for me to stay alone.” The drunkard jogged for a while, but the bus was nowhere to be seen. The more he ran, the more unsettled he felt. “F*ck, I think I’m really lost now. The buildings here all look almost the same, and the bus is my only frame of reference.”

He could still see the vague shadow behind him in the fog. The man who had waved at him was still behind him, maintaining a safe distance between them.

“And what the hell is this? Why is it following me?” The drunkard ran faster and did not stop until he reached the next junction. He still could not find the bus, and as he was hesitating over which route to take, he suddenly noticed the shadow that had appeared on the opposite side of the road. It was waving at him!

“When did the thing pass me‽ He should be way behind me!” Despair crawled into his heart like a stubborn vine. The drunkard was at a loss; it felt like wherever he went, he would run into this person.

“What should I do now?” Thirty years of life experience was unable to give him any aid. The man on the opposite side of the road was still waving at him. With the vague silhouette, the oscillating arms looked like the ticking hands of death’s clock.

“Even if I run down another path, the monster will still follow me. There’s no other option; I’ll have to fight it!” The drunkard gritted his teeth and tightly gripped the cleaver that he had brought out from the kitchen of the dog-man’s house. He had never even killed a chicken for cooking in his life, but at that moment, a cruel thought entered his mind.

“Calm down, there’s no need to panic!”

Staying too long in the blood fog would influence one. The drunkard had not noticed this himself. The corners of his eyes were red, filled with blood vessels. It looked like he had not slept for days, completely different from how he looked when he first got on the bus.

Since this was his first time, the drunkard’s heart raced at an impossible rate. He gripped the cleaver with both hands and used a strange posture as he walked across the road. The vague shape kept waving at him. As he got closer, the drunkard got a better look.

“He looks so familiar. I should have met him somewhere before, was he a passenger from the bus?”

The drunkard stopped in the middle of the road and yelled at the man, “Hey! What’s your name?”

There was no reply other than the fact that the angle of the waving dwindled, and suddenly, the man walked toward him. In the blood red city, on the empty street, the distance between the two closed. As the man slowly approached, the sense of familiarity in the drunkard’s heart grew.

“He feels too familiar; I swear I’ve seen him somewhere before.” The drunkard nudged forward and finally crossed the thick fog, standing before the man. The man was covered in blood, and his stomach was the most gruesome. The waist where the lower body and upper body should have been connected was replaced by a dark line. It felt like the man’s body had been halved but had then been reconnected.