A woman screamed at the top of her lungs, her face flushed with excitement and fervid animation. She was jumping on her toes, giddily pointing as she did so.
Wait, not something. But someone.
It was her, the hooded girl he was facing right at this very moment. She seemed just as startled as him as she quickly pulled on her hood to cover her face even more from the outside.
But it was far too late. The woman's ardent and incandescent scream seemed to have become a signal or a beacon that awakened a virus within everyone's bodies like a sleeping agent.
The key words: Yuna and here seemed to have created a veritable zombie apocalypse outside the library grounds.
Even before Michael could fully grasp at what was happening, he suddenly felt the ground underneath his feet tremble profusely as hundreds of feet began stomping towards him.
"YUNA! I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN!"
"PLEASE LOOK AT ME! YUNA!"
"SIGN MY AUTOGRAPH AND TAKE A PICTURE WITH ME!"
