Qin Ran's tone was strange as he said this. It was somewhat crazed, yet also filled with an impossible-to-hide fear.
Hearing him, Mom and Sister both raised their heads curiously.
They saw that on the mountain surrounding the town, at the site of a small villa, something seemed to have opened its eyes.
Then an indescribably fine, dense sound drifted from that direction. It was like a swarm of bees crammed together, their wings vibrating with a buzzing hum, or like countless tiny shards of glass placed together and rubbed frantically against one another.
The thin mist covering an area within fifty kilometers suddenly shattered like glass.
At that moment, all the surviving, unpolluted residents of Happy Town raised their heads at the same time.
Facing the small villa atop the mountain, they revealed looks of awe and delight.
"Clatter, clatter..."
It was the sound of a crowd running mechanically.
Behind the town, on the pine-covered hillsides, one humanoid figure after another sat up from beneath the thick layer of pine needles. They woodenly picked up the weapons beside them—mostly rusty firearms—and gathered into groups.
Row after row, they charged down the slope toward the edge of the town.
These people wore all kinds of clothing. Though most of it had badly decayed, it was still possible to tell that some wore uniformed combat gear, while others wore white coats. Without exception, they looked as if they had already died, yet now they had come back to life.
In the pitch-black rooms throughout the town, red lights suddenly lit up—two in every room.
Then all the tightly shut doors opened at the same time, and one person after another walked out. At first, they looked like people, but when they stepped beneath the light of the Crimson Moon,