Klein stopped in the middle of the street. In front of him, about twenty possessed were emerging from the alleys and collapsed buildings. Their movements were jerky. They advanced with a dragging step, their bodies shaken by irregular spasms. Their eyes were injected with black blood, and their jaws snapped intermittently. Some growled while scratching the air with their broken nails.
He slowly drew his katana.
One of the possessed threw itself at him while screaming. Its mouth opened excessively and it emitted a hoarse cry that had nothing human about it. Its two hands were stretched forward, the black claws ready to lacerate.
