Like most ordinary people, I was used to perceiving the world through my eyes. Without my vision, I couldn't make out much at all.
There was too much noise for me to hear clearly now. It was a little different from the recordings in the Greenleaf archives. My hearing simply couldn't compare to professional recording equipment. When I listened to the Greenleaf audio files, I wore headphones, so I could easily distinguish the left and right channels and pick out all the obvious little sounds.
Now, all I could hear was a rustling noise. I couldn't tell whether it came from Mo Xiaoling, Black Sis, or one of the zombies.
Suddenly, another monster's roar rang out.
Black Sis yanked hard, pulling Mo Xiaoling in a different direction.
"Move faster!" Black Sis urged impatiently.
The roar turned into a wail and came from behind them.
Black Sis slowed down.
"Black Sis..." Mo Xiaoling called.
The hand she was holding swung slightly.
The two of them stopped.
The rustling disappeared.
Mo Xiaoling held her breath.
In that environment, Black Sis's breathing sounded amplified.
But it was ragged and weak.
"W-we're in trouble... now..." Black Sis managed two short phrases before her voice faded to a whisper.
"Black Sis." Mo Xiaoling's voice trembled.
"We might not get out..." Black Sis's voice grew calm. "Something's wrong with this place. It's not the corpse-refining... it's... it's this place."
Black Sis tried to stay calm, but by the end, even she was panicking.
The muscles in the back of the hand Mo Xiaoling was holding tensed.
I stopped hearing Black Sis breathe. She seemed to be holding her breath.
The arm Mo Xiaoling was holding moved.
Black Sis started walking forward.
The sound of grass brushing together rose again.
This time, they walked very slowly. The