Heat stroke?
Roz pondered, though they were inside the mall where the AC was in full blast.
Something didn't add up.
Roz's attention was momentarily diverted, but then he heard screams pierce through the air. When he turned to look, he was horrified to see the woman biting off the neck of the staff member who had checked if she was alright.
His heart pounded in his chest as he observed the grotesque transformation taking place before his eyes. The veins on her skin bulged, her eyes resembling those of a mosquito, and they grew in size each second, while her mouth elongated into a sharp, pointy needle.
"What the . . ." Roz's voice trailed off, a sinking feeling settling in the pit of his stomach.
Without hesitation, he grabbed Lira's hand tightly. "We have to get out of here. Now."