Back in the city, one of the flying infected suddenly stopped in midair.
Its strange ears twitched as its head slowly turned from side to side. Then, as if it had caught a distant sound, it turned toward the direction of Jaxon's group.
Its grotesque jaws slowly opened.
A roar erupted from its throat, a distorted mixture of several voices screaming at once.
"GRUAAAAAAAH!"
Instead of following the fleeing convoy, the creature suddenly changed direction.
Its massive wings beat against the air as it accelerated toward the distant vehicles.
Inside the Hilux, Bong-gu glanced nervously toward the rear window before looking back at the road.
"What the hell is happening to this world?" he muttered, his face still pale. "First that colossal infected, and now these flying things. Is this world really doomed?"
"Get a grip, Bong-gu," Haris said, keeping both hands firmly on the steering wheel. "Worrying about that won't keep us alive. Just watch the road."
