The inside of the mart was already a dead space.

Guest searched the shelves, being careful not to step on shards of broken glass. A few cans of food with little time left before the expiration date, a bottle of dusty bottled water.

This should be enough to last for a few days.

He was about to turn around after putting the last remaining items in his bag.

That was when it happened.

A strange sound was heard from somewhere.

A low, boiling breath.

Guest's hand stopped.

He could tell instinctively that it wasn't human.

Guest let out a short sigh. To think one was hiding in a place like this. He habitually pulled out his baseball bat.

There was no reason to hesitate.

It only had a human form; it was no longer human.

Just as he was about to strike the infected with the baseball bat—