Writhing Wound

I had thought it was a wound that would kill instantly, yet through the frayed cloth, the bleeding was stopping and the flesh was healing. I had clearly seen internal organs bursting out like sausages with my own two eyes, hadn’t I?

Natural healing abilities couldn’t explain it. Inside the dark red wound, I could see things like threadworms squirming disgustingly.

Crack. The sound of a body twisting. Sunny regained consciousness and stood up, his entire body blood-soaked. He looked a little tired, but he seemed to have no trouble moving at all.

“That is…”

Sunny muttered, looking at the corpse of the clearly anomalous chrome Ghoul. Even to a local of the Quarantine Zone, it didn’t seem like a normal Infected entity.

“If there are more of those bastards, the main building would be in big trouble by now.”

“…That can’t be. That definitely came from Ground Zero. There probably won’t be any more.”

Ground Zero? I wanted to ask what that was, but there was no time. The clamor of the Infected Entities was gradually getting closer.

“Run!”

He runs well for someone who was dying just a moment ago...