As the situation declined, Noah felt exasperated. "How can everyone be so useless? What have they been doing this entire time?" he thought, witnessing the students' struggles against the runners. However, he couldn't afford to dwell on his frustration.
With each passing moment, the chaos intensified. The seemingly strong Lucas's continuous whining only added to the panic, causing the group to lose ground rapidly. It was becoming increasingly apparent to Noah that running away seemed to be the better option.
Noah's mind raced with conflicting thoughts. 'But if I do that then this bastard would only grow stronger… I won't be able to fight him and his little army if I leave everyone to die…'
As he glanced toward the advancing Zombie King, Noah felt a surge of anxiousness. Over time, he had grown increasingly concerned that if he didn't defeat the King soon, the poison's effects would wear off. His fingers twitched nervously, his attention seemed to be elsewhere.