"Don't run! Stop!" Yang Xiao shouted with determination, feeling the urge to throw his DV camera at Ghost's head when thinking about his brutally killed teammates.
As the countdown finally ended, the scene before him changed. The strange feeling of palpitation disappeared, and the ash falling from the sky vanished. The world returned to its normal state, resembling nighttime.
The deathly silence was shattered. The abandoned factory, soon to be engulfed by night, was far from quiet. The continuous sound of insects joined together, occasionally accompanied by bird calls from afar.
At this moment, Yang Xiao's legs went weak, almost causing him to fall. His left hand, still holding the DV camera, trembled uncontrollably. He knew he had survived, and so did the others who were left.
"We won..." Yang Xiao, having narrowly escaped death, tilted his head towards the sky, which had now darkened completely as night fell upon the world.
