Chapter 233: Chaos
"What is this?"
Amelia looked up at the figure at the end of the street, its body tattered and movements shaky and stiff, frowning.
Saxton, following her gaze, also noticed something off.
To him, the person Amelia mentioned moved eerily, as if learning to walk. The body was tattered, and the chest revealed organs that appeared petrified, indistinguishable from reality.
"No! That's a dead person." Saxton's body tensed instantly.
This sudden appearance of a grotesquely moving person in the mall also caught the attention of tourists, pedestrians, and staff around.
They all stared in disbelief at the walking dead.
"What am I seeing?"
"Is that a person in costume?"
...
Some began to question their beliefs, retreating with fear on their faces.
Others, finding the scene novel, started recording with their phones.
A few skeptics approached the shambling dead.
"Bro, you're taking this act too far, right? But such a disgusting act should not be performed here; you're not welcome."
"And why do you smell so bad?"
Under everyone's gaze, a man reached out and patted the dead person on the shoulder.
At that moment.
The person, who had been heading towards a dazed Amelia and Saxton, suddenly turned and stared at the man who touched its shoulder, as if it had found its target, and pounced on him, biting into the man's neck like a wild beast.
Ah!
The man fell to the ground, his hands clawing at the head biting his neck, unable to push it away, screaming as he struggled and twitched, blood pouring from his neck.
A vivid display of blood and violence erupted at that moment.
In an instant, chaos ensued. Screams rose and fell, and some people took out their phones to call for help...
"Something wrong?"
Without waiting for a response, York lay back in his seat as the plane ascended, speaking calmly.
He had already heard Saxton's exclamation and the constant noise.
"Yes, Father." Compared to Saxton, who was frozen on the spot, Amelia managed to stay calm, speaking concisely.
"I saw the dead come to life."
York squinted his eyes, the term "living dead" coming to mind. Some powerful demons lead their legions.
Like the previous Valak, who controlled 38 legions, and the knights that emerged from the ground after absorbing the blood of Jesus, were controlled by its legion.
Which demon was this?
Recalling the information from the secret chamber, York's eyes glowed coldly.
"Those are the living dead. Now, immediately leave your location and go to the nearest church. Don't hang up; I need to know your situation."
Hearing this, Amelia quickly tapped the speakerphone icon, ignoring the panicked staff, and decisively pulled the frozen Saxton towards the exit.
As they turned to leave, Amelia saw another living dead appear behind the one biting a person.
"What's happening? What did Father York say to you?"
Saxton still hadn't accepted the reality before him, passively being pulled along by Amelia.
"These living dead are targeting us; we need to get to the nearest church."
Amelia responded as they rushed out of the mall with the surging crowd before it descended further into chaos.
But just as they exited the mall, they found the situation outside even more chaotic than inside.
The scene was in complete disarray; cars were stuck together on the road, and everyone was running around frantically like headless chickens.
Screams of agony mixed with the howls of the living dead created a terrifying atmosphere.
Not far away, the streets and the ground were scenes of bloody carnage.
A live depiction of hell.
This overwhelmed Saxton, who couldn't understand how everything had turned apocalyptic so suddenly.
Only Amelia managed to remain relatively calm. Born with the ability to see spirits and having conversed with them, she had a strong tolerance and mental fortitude.
"Let's go! Over there!"
In the chaotic scene, Amelia spotted a car on the outskirts of the roadway without obstructions and with the keys still in the ignition, despite a living dead biting the car owner below.
But this car offered the best chance to quickly escape the area.
Without a second thought, Amelia pulled Saxton towards it.
In that moment, she suddenly noticed the living dead, previously busy biting a human, stop their attack and turn towards them with blood in their mouths, staring intently at the two.
For some reason, Amelia held her breath and averted her gaze instinctively.
Eventually, all the living dead in sight stopped their actions and turned towards her in unison.
A wave of fear washed over her.
Sensing something, Amelia mechanically pulled Saxton, her gaze fixed towards a group at the end of the road, standing still among the chaos, holding black umbrellas and surrounded by black mist, in stark contrast to the fleeing people.
"Father, I see a group of people in black holding black umbrellas."
Seeing these figures, Amelia felt a cold dread rising from her soul, gritting her teeth as she spoke into the phone still in call mode.
"There's something about them, I can't see through."
The words reached York aboard the speeding jet, his expression blank, gripping the phone without any unnecessary words:
"Run!"
His grave voice echoed from the phone, and Amelia, gritting her teeth, dragged Saxton to the front of the car.
"Get in the car!"
Seeing the living dead rise from the body and walk towards her, Amelia called out to Saxton in panic, rushing to the driver's seat, ready to throw her bag at the living dead.
But at that moment, she noticed Saxton, moving faster than her, kicked the living dead away with force.
"I'll drive!"
Saxton's face was solemn; hearing the priest's heavy voice had jolted him into accepting reality.
"You know I've raced before."
Saxton strode past Amelia towards the driver's seat.
"That's why I'm the best person to drive."
Seeing this, Amelia paused briefly, then changed direction towards the passenger seat.
But as she got in, she didn't forget to glance at the approaching living dead and finally at the group of people holding black umbrellas.
However, these eerie figures just ignored the running pedestrians, staring directly at them without moving.
"fk!"
The bizarre scene made Amelia curse under her breath. Seeing the living dead gathering, she quickly got into the passenger seat.
"You navigate."
Saxton called out, starting the car quickly. Seeing several living dead in front of him, he glanced at the rearview mirror, pressed the accelerator hard, and with a combination of steering and braking, turned the car around to face the opposite direction.
"Turn right ahead."
Hearing Amelia's direction, Saxton didn't stop, pressing the accelerator to the floor.
The car surged forward, Saxton controlling it to hit an oncoming living dead, then screeching at the intersection, swiftly drifting into the right lane.
Aboard the speeding jet, York was already picking up the phone equipment...
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