Slave B from Devonshire Camp and Survivor 1 were standing at the outskirts of Benton, the capital.
They were trembling atop the bell tower, which overlooked the ruins of the old city.
Slave B was nothing more than a disposable pawn in case Survivor 1 found himself in danger.
He had been looking for an opportunity to escape, but with the streets crawling with monsters, it wasn’t an easy task. In the end, he had been dragged all the way to the bell tower.
‘If the monsters keep behaving like that, even if he uses me as a shield, survival won’t be easy…’
Below the bell tower, the monsters swarmed.
Their mouths hung open, eagerly waiting for the two of them to fall. It was a sickening sight.
