Backlund, inside the Conn Avenue subway station.
Screams suddenly erupted across the platform.
A middle-aged man with somewhat disheveled hair suddenly shouted that he was too hot, then began taking off his shirt.
At first, everyone thought he was mentally ill and moved away from him.
But taking off his clothes wasn't enough for the man. He actually pulled out a scalpel and said he would only cool down once he took off his skin.
He began peeling himself, starting at his forehead, cutting down to the bridge of his nose, then to his philtrum, neither hurrying nor slowing down.
Those who witnessed it screamed in horror and backed away, but the crowd was so thick that some had seen the shocking sight while others hadn't yet noticed.
So those in the inner circle desperately pushed outward, while those on the outside only just realized someone was peeling off his own skin.
Although the "middle-aged man" peeling himself wasn't moving quickly, he seemed quite practiced. A few strokes of the blade stripped the skin from his head.
The people around him saw a fleshy head turn to look at them. Then he stretched his raw lips, bared his teeth, and gave them a horrifying smile.
Several ladies fainted on the spot, while a few others crouched down and began vomiting.
Some of those on the outskirts of the crowd also saw what was happening. Some fled in panic, while others froze in terror.
But those who ran didn't get far. With so many people passing through, they were all trapped at the station entrance. Those outside wanted to get in, while those inside wanted to get out.
"Ha ha ha!"
Raphael, who was controlling the Zombie as it peeled itself, heard the laughter. He turned to look and saw that