Moments later, the two dogs that had gone back into the hospital came back out, dragging the remaining survivors behind them.

There were seven survivors being dragged along, tied up with rope. They all wore dazed expressions.

One of the survivors, who was crying, spluttered, “Why, why are we being taken as well? I thought you only needed six?”

“Hey, say one more word if you want to die.”

The leader of the dogs slapped the survivor on the head. It seemed like they always took six people at a time as food. Now that seven more survivors had been dragged out, the six survivors next to me started muttering amongst themselves. They, too, were taken aback by the fact that seven more people had been brought out, despite there already being six outside.

Suddenly, one of these six survivors, a man, grabbed onto my shirt and whispered to me, “Hey, hey. Why are you ordering everyone else out? Huh?"

“...”

“Just take us. I know six people are enough.”

He appeared to be in his fifties. The man continued speaking while keeping an eye on the dogs.

“Just take us. I beg you…!”

“…”

As I stayed silent, the man started looking around desperately. After a moment, he grabbed my hand tightly.

“Let me ask you a favor since I’m going to die anyway. My boy is over there. Please save my son. I'll do anything....