TWELVE : TWO SEYMOUR
At this point, Ron's only thought was about his coffee. He should have drink it back then in Frenling. Given that it could be his last day on Earth today.
"We are definitely f*cked," he said quietly, but something unexpected happened. A seymour with two eyes emerges. It lurched forward, its decaying vocal cords emitting a bone-chilling scream that echoed through the place. The sound was a grotesque symphony of anguish and desperation, sending shivers down the spines of all who heard it.
"F*ck! "There are two seymours at once!" Ron said a curse. The second seymour attacked the first one and held on its body. The one-eyed seymour screamed that the lurkers around began walking towards them.
"Let us get out of here!" Lucas said this as he dragged Mira inside the Humme
