-Haff
-Hafff!
"Damn it! What kind of fucking exam is this?!" I cursed, running with all of my might.
"This is a selection exam, so maybe this is their way to filter out the unqualified," Ashley responded, also running along with me.
'That's true.'
Anyway, why are we running so hard? Well, that's because we are being chased by hundreds, if not thousands, of rotten undead that smell like expired milk!
"Ugh... I feel like I'm going to puke!"
They aren't limping or walking like those horror zombies filmed that I watched; they fucking run like marathon athletes!.
"Why are they so damn fast! Ugh… My belly..."
Not to mention, there was no hint of exhaustion or slowing down while they were chasing us.
"I'm getting... Ughh... I'm gonna puke!"
Fortunately, as we were being transported here, I happened to be teleported beside Ashley.
Which also helped maintain my rationality and sanity. How so? Because if I hadn't seen or met her.
