Did he really have to tell him outright—yes, that's right, I enjoy thrilling myself by eating wild giant spiders?
In Hayes's eyes, that wouldn't be any different from turning into a giant spider outright. That would probably be a death sentence.
Albert felt a cold sweat break out.
Maybe he really shouldn't say it. Going straight from a fragile, harmless "catnip" image to a deranged spider-eating maniac was… not a great look.
Albert fell into an awkward silence.
Hayes: "?" Why did he suddenly stop talking?
He tugged lightly at Albert's sleeve, about to say something—
Just then, however, a group of people came running headlong toward Norton from the front, panicked and disheveled.
"Move, move! Those lunatics have all gone crazy!"
"Fuck this goddamn apocalypse—every kind of freak is crawling out now, this is such bullshit…"
It was a group with men and women… and beasts as well, a dozen or so in total.
