The Twelfth Game: Fire Springs Forest Park 33

In a makeshift camp formed by several truck trailers, a group of people huddled together, roasting meat over an open flame. From two of the containers, the faint sounds of crying and wailing could be heard, including the sharp voice of a child.

A young man among them felt his heart soften at the mournful sounds. "Brother Wang, isn't this too cruel?" he asked hesitantly. Even if they resorted to eating human flesh, there were countless corpses outside. Yet here they were, sustaining themselves by feasting on the flesh of the living.

Sitting across from him was Brother Wang, a man wearing glasses. His polished shoes made it clear that he had once been a man of status. At that moment, however, his gaze was fixed intently on the meat roasting over the fire, as if he were about to drool.