Things are ginna be different now. I try to never disappoint you
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 tumble 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 on his hands but a dagger. And a handful of keys. Fifty-one keys. The elevator he just get out to has its announcement projecting in its metal shills.
To go up one 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.