"Yeah. The hotel is completely cut off. At this rate, they won’t be able to come out for days, based on experience."
I listened to their conversation and turned my head in the direction they were pointing. It was the Sinclair Hotel—the same building as the department store.
No wonder it felt familiar. It was close to home. I used to go to that department store all the time.
"Hey, Miss Sinclair, behind you."
At Ezra’s words, I instinctively swung my axe first before turning around.
Unfortunately, the monster that had crept up on me managed to dodge at the last second.
The damn thing walked on all fours, but its head was twisted 180 degrees—its eyes positioned on the lower part of its face while its mouth stretched open from its forehead.
