Thousands of raindrops fell heavily, accumulating small puddles on the concrete floor, and the raindrops soaked Kyungwon's hair and clothes, and struck the metal bars on the signal tower, making a crisp sound, and the puddles rippled in circles, and the chill pierced his heart to the bone marrow.

The black wave surged on the ground, as if the flood had broken the levee and was about to submerge everything on the ground.

Monsters of the strange species surged in his direction, the front one was held down by the one behind him, their claws hooked on the road, scratching extremely deep scratches, they were not only running on the ground, but also climbing the walls, in his direction, scrambling forward, just like . A group of zombies.

There is no better word for it than zombies, they are a bunch of zombies, and they let out a hoarse, high-pitched cry like a group of ghosts crawling out of hell.

Where should I flee? Kyungwon looked around, the empty rooftop didn't even have a shed to shelter from the rain, he stood alone in the icy rainy night, the city seemed to have no place for him.

But he still had to flee, and the instinct for survival and the fear of death drove him to act, and when he saw what was happening in front of him, he immediately jumped off the signal tower, and stepped on the muddy water with his bare feet, making a splash.

He ran farther west, jumping from the rooftop, barbs shaped from his limbs grinding against the pipes and walls with a shrill screech.

After jumping from the roof of a mall, he jumps and climbs on the rooftops of buildings, and his parkour skills are absolutely top-notch, and any parkour expert who sees his movements will think that it is a special effect, because his movements are not human movements.

But the sound surging behind him was still getting closer, and the sound was overwhelming, and it was about to surround him.

He ran forward desperately, his whole body was covered in flora, and the Kuroshio was still some distance away from him, but his speed compared to the speed of the Kuroshio was like the speed of a man running and the speed of a flood.

Who can survive the flood? If it goes on like this, he will be caught up in a few minutes.

He didn't know where these things came from or why they appeared out of nowhere, and there was only one thought in his head - run!

Run regardless of the situation!

He is afraid of death, and what pursues him behind him is death, as long as he is overtaken, he will definitely die, those zombies will tear him to pieces, like he ate other monsters before, these zombies will also dismember him, tear off his head, suck his brain marrow.

I don't want to die, I want to live, I want to see the sun tomorrow!

His will to survive reached the limit for a moment, and suddenly he heard the crisp sound of bones shattering and musculofascia breaking, and his speed suddenly increased, and he jumped high from the top of the building, and the water where he jumped was dented, because of the reaction force when he jumped.

As if influenced by his will, he broke through the limits of this physical body and gained greater speed at the cost of physical damage.

Unconsciously, the bacterial fluid in his legs seeped into his body, connecting the broken bones to the musculofacia, and his legs suddenly swelled, propping up the old trousers, and after one of his great steps, the trouser legs in the calf area were torn, revealing his swollen legs.

His leg muscles swelled to an incredible level in a matter of seconds, making them look like bullfrog's legs, which gave him a tremendous jump power.

He jumped up and down from one rooftop to the next, like a frog jumping around on a lotus leaf.

He didn't know why this change had happened, but for a moment he distanced himself from Kuroshio, which surprised him.

But it was only a moment of joy, his physical strength was limited, he was already hungry, and it was impossible for him to escape in this way all the time.

Thinking sped up, but time was too late for him to think.

A bolt of lightning swept by, and thunder rumbled, and when he turned back again, he saw their hideous faces, and the black tide diverged into three, one coming straight for him, and the other two separated from the left and right sides, to encircle him.

Before he knew it, he had run to the canal area to the west, and before his eyes there was an extremely wide river, dark and turbulent, flanked by abandoned factories, many shipping containers piled together, and there was a bridge tens of meters long, and it was necessary to look up to see the top of the four load-bearing columns that supported the bridge, and the bridge was connected by iron cables cast of steel, and the bridge was full of cars that had been smashed into a mess.

Cars of all shapes were crammed together on the bridge, rusty iron pieces were scattered, the cars in front were dented, and there was once a tragic mass car accident here, with traces of explosions and burns, and burned-out corpses.

A searchlight shone on the surface of the river, and a helicopter flew through the rain.

The sudden rain intensified, the wind roared like a devil, and waves of rain "smashed" on the helicopter's cabin glass, and then exploded like a hammer.

Kyungwon saw the helicopter, but he didn't know if the helicopter had seen him.

The levitating machine flew very high and far away, with no intention of approaching.

With such a heavy rain, it is still late at night, and it is impossible to see this side clearly with the naked eye.

Even if they did, they wouldn't come to his rescue, he didn't look like a person at all, if he was a driver, he would just watch it all, maybe use a camera to record this rare scene, but never lend a hand.

Because it's a battle between monsters and monsters, and it has nothing to do with humans.

Kyungwon felt his speed slow down, his jump height significantly lower, and his legs were heavy as if they were cemented and tied to a lead bag.

The guys were getting closer and closer, left, right, and behind them, and there was a sharp roar, as if a sharp knife was pressed against his eyebrows, against his back, and about to stab down.

He couldn't run, so he came to the bridge and jumped without hesitation.

If you can't go by land, you can go by water!

He doesn't want to die, he wants to live.

The muddy water was full of mud and sand, and the rain could not make a splash on it, and he fell into free fall like a diver, but the diving action was 0 points, because he splashed a very large splash, and with a pop, he fell into the rushing water.

Breathing is not such an important thing to him.

He had tried to hold his breath for up to 30 minutes, and any more would start to get sleepy, and even if he didn't breathe, he would only fall asleep instead of die.

Beneath the river, he couldn't see anything clearly, but he could hear the sound of the water flowing, and the pops that followed.

He dived to the bottom of the water, heard the faint sound of draining, and shaped frog-like flippers on his hands and feet, and swam towards the place.

(End of chapter)