Sam could not believe his eyes. His hand finally reached the last zombie's neck and gutted the flesh out of its body.
Its head tumbles down the floor. Blood sprayed out. Splashing his clothes. Splashing his cheek. Sam could not recognize the shirt and pants Magnus gave him yesterday.
His memory of them seems so far now. He had nothing in his hands, but a dagger. And a handful of keys. Fifty-one keys. The elevator, he just gets out to has its announcement projecting in its metal shells.
To go up the following requirement must be met:
1. Sixty Dio Keys.
2. Five people.
His eyes slid to the side. Zombies insides everywhere. Limbs. Blood. Hands. Butchered face, gutted necks. His very own masterpiece.
Sam is aware his hands are full of blood. But he wipe his face with it anyway. He loses a part of himself again. He ought to feel sorry. But nothing comes in. Nothing kicks in.