12 The Terrifying Unconsciousness (2/2)
Within not even one second, one zombie was sliced into half from armpit to head, and another one was basically cut open from chest up.
Elon was finally able to regain control of his body from fear, pulling out the QBU-88 strapped to his back and pumped a bullet into the other two zombies in the head, finally stopping them in their track.
The crimson light particles slowly existed Jay's eyes and dark blood dripped off the tip of his katana. Slowly, as the last bit of particle light vanished into the air, Jay also dropped onto the floor, feeling himself falling into an abyss in his mind.
When he opened his eyes again, it was already about three o'clock in the afternoon.
”Thank god you are fine! Wait, are you feeling fine? How many fingers am I holding?” Christian anxiously said as he held up three fingers with his right hand.
Seeing Jay fell onto the ground earlier, everyone was terrified, not knowing what happened to their big brother. Knowing very well that Jay saved their lives, they were also extremely worried about the cost or sacrifice Jay had to pay to gain that supernatural power he just summoned.
They had read many web novels and watched many movies in the past, so their mind and imagination could run wild like a rabbit on crack.
Since they missed the azure part and just saw Jay's eyes filled with crimson light, they began to think that maybe Jay signed a contract with Satan or something, just to save their asses.
But because Elon fired shots at last, they were very scared that the sound would attract zombies, so they immediately drove the car to their half-blocked front gate, and carried the loots in their car as well as Jay into their mansion.
After locking the gate again, the group quickly went inside back onto the second floor, placed Jay on a bed, and began checking his temperature.
Although the temperature was normal, they thought they had to do something for Jay, so they just began putting cold towels on his forehead anyway, exchanging one every five minutes, all the way until 3 o'clock in the afternoon, when Jay opened his eyes again.
But then again, it wasn't like they had anything else to do.
And then it went back to the scene where Christian held up his hand and asked Jay how many fingers he was holding.
”Same as the number of d*cks that can fit up your ass,” Jay responded, eyes still half-closed.
”Woah dude, a little ambitious there don't you think?” Christian played along, but everyone knew how happy he was to see his big brother joking with him like that again.
Earlier, when the zombie was jumping towards Christian, he knew he was dead. Having seen enough racism in American horror films on making minorities die first, he thought he was doomed and that he failed to break the curse.