C92 The Crying Sound Was Actually the Sound of a Zombie Infant, and the Books in the Library.(2)

Time had slipped by almost unnoticed, nearly two hours passing as the sky outside grew increasingly overcast, darkness creeping in.

Though night was still hours away, the dense clouds promised rain, and the darkness was falling fast. For his own safety, he needed to make a swift exit and navigate back through three streets.

Without a moment's delay, he dashed upstairs