Then his body was jerked back.
I gasped. So it was…but it couldn’t be…
Fujita hung in the air. He wasn’t levitating himself.
Someone was holding him up with cantus.
I fought back a rising scream.
When confronted with something utterly unbelievable, people lose all sense of rational thought and turn into gaping idiots. At that moment, I was the gaping idiot.
In front of me, not fifty meters away, a living human was being torn apart limb by limb.
Satoru forced my head around to face the other direction.
A horrible scream came from behind us. The air was filled with the wet stink of blood.
Satoru had me by the arm and was running silently deeper into the hospital.
“Quick, this way,” Dr. Noguchi called, waving us over.
I hadn’t seen it earlier, but there was a narrow hallway behind the stairs. Later, I learned that it was a passage for transporting corpses.
“What in the world was that?” Satoru asked shakily.
“You know, don’t you? Anyone would. It’s a…”
He suddenly went silent and gestured for us to do the same.
I strained my ears, trying to hear.
Footsteps. Small, light steps slowly approaching the hospital entrance.
It entered the hospital. Then came the creaking of wood as it went up the stairs.
I caught sight of Seki’s face and was terrified by what I saw. Her face was contorted with fear and she looked as if she was about to start screaming again. If she did, we were done for.