"Mr. Wright Senior, what happened?" Logan rushed forward to steady Kevin and asked urgently, "Where's the rest of your security team? Why are there only a few of you left?"

Kevin was still clutching a pistol, completely out of ammo. Blood covered his face, arms, and chest. No one could tell whether it was his or someone else's.

"Logan? Andrew? It's you…" Kevin exhaled heavily, his voice shaky. "We need to go now. Get the hell away from this cursed place."

He wiped the blood from his face, visibly rattled. "Leave now. I'm serious. Without heavy firepower, this place is a goddamn nightmare."

Andrew frowned. "What exactly did you run into?"

Kevin's mouth was dry as he swallowed hard. His voice trembled. "We don't even know what the hell they were. They were insanely fast and extremely bloodthirsty, and they seemed to be able to smell the living.

"Most importantly, they weren't afraid of death. Regular pistols can't kill them unless you get a headshot."

Kevin was a martial ki