Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?

Sometimes, Isha and the others felt like surviving until now was a kind of Miracle.

The outside had already become a paradise for the infected; to survive, they had no choice but to hide in the dark, sunless underground. Aside from those searching for supplies, they dared not go to the surface, because they couldn't predict when they might get infected.

Was there still any living person in this city, or were they the last survivors?

What had Red become? Why hadn't the national army come to rescue? What exactly was our King doing!

Truly, it felt like their future was entirely dark.

But despite the darkness, Isha and the others absolutely did not want to die!

If every day they safely passed was made up of countless Miracles, they hoped this Miracle could continue!

"Isha, how is it, are there many Monsters?"

The three men left behind in the refuge ran over. Although fear and other negative emotions appeared on their faces, their hands tightly gripped their weapons. What they implied was, if the number of the infected wasn't many, then let them go out and handle it.

Compared to the term "infected," the survivors preferred to straightforwardly call them Monsters, as if this better highlighted the difference between them normal humans and those others.

Isha swallowed with difficulty, shook her head at them with a bitter expression.

What did shaking her head mean?

"See for yourselves, and remember to come and evacuate with everyone after you're done!"

After saying such words, Isha quickly ran towards the interior of the refuge, calling people to get up and make haste to escape.

People exchanged looks; someone ultimately couldn't suppress their curiosity, and while sweating coldly, they looked into the mirror.

"Ahhh!"

With just one glance, he screamed and fell to the ground, scrambling backward, forgetting to take his weapon. His desperate look seemed like he'd seen Hell.

The others didn't even have the guts to look after seeing this and turned to flee.

Sometimes, if they didn't face the truth, they could deceive themselves and leave a bit of wishful thinking for themselves.

And the truth was, the entire surface had been surrounded by Monsters.

Various infected wandered on the usually untrodden, stench-laden street. Many faces showed human-like disgust toward this place, yet it seemed as if they were forced to proceed.

Yes, they were forced to come!

There was only one existence that could forcibly command and control the parasites within the infected!

"Clatter, clatter..."

Weak noises came from above the refuge, as if the ruins were being dug, and had the infected discovered this place?

Isha bit her lower lip tightly and pried open the pre-prepared emergency escape route. This led beyond the fish market area. Though normally no infected wandered near the exit, it was uncertain if there would be an attack now, but they could only grit their teeth and run out.

"Miss Isha, just how many Monsters are outside?" The old lady asked before entering the escape route.

"Oh, hurry and go inside, don't ask!"

Isha forcibly pushed her in and called the remaining three men at the rear to retreat together.

The refuge had explosives hidden inside. After everyone left, she would detonate the explosives to collapse the place and buy time!

Thinking of the scene she just saw, she couldn't help but click her tongue.

She didn't tell the others about the appearance of the Monsters outside, only said that there were a lot of them and that the refuge had been discovered because...

Among the infected surrounding the refuge, she saw the previously outgoing middle-aged sturdy men.

She hadn't seen Fanen, but the probability of her brother surviving alone outside was infinitely close to zero!

Isha, already fighting the flu and feverish, didn't faint on the spot after witnessing such bad news because of her strong constitution, and her sense of responsibility forced her to temporarily put aside her grief and lead people to evacuate.

What made her even more unable to accept was that she seemed to see the infected middle-aged sturdy man commanding the group of infected to dig the refuge?

"This kind of situation had never been seen before..."

Above ground, the infected crowded the street, with a stench like rotten mud mixed with a fishy smell, forming an indescribable foul odor.

The middle-aged sturdy man who previously led the people out to search for supplies had now fallen victim to the Hidden Blood Parasite.

Infected people would have slender parasites randomly emerge from various parts of their skin, which from a distance looked like swaying red seaweed growing on them.

However, the appearance of the sturdy man differed from other ordinary-fashioned individuals; an incredibly thick parasite burst through his skull, along with brain pulp and other things fluttering in the wind, its top opened a bloodshot eye staring fixedly at the refuge.

Just a glance could make one understand that the parasite attached to him was a mutant species and quite unusual!

The sturdy man's body was also unusual; those who went out with him to search for supplies now had their faces deeply embedded in the parasites on his body, staring blankly ahead.

Their mouths opened and closed, speaking sounds only parasites could understand, seemingly commanding.

All kinds of mechanisms and traps by the street had already been triggered.

A large hole appeared on the ground, swallowing several infected.