Blood Cross: Malice Takes Root

They are not mindless walking corpses. They are the Blood Cross: twisted beings branded with throbbing, dark-red marks, retaining a hint of cunning and lost in the ultimate thrill of slaughter and sadism. In this shattered world, survivor Li Xiang's diary is the only witness. From the window where he watched hell descend, to the attic where he hid, left behind by his grandfather; from a desperate survivor clumsily fishing by a reservoir, to a cold ghost who kindles the flames of revenge with the help of monsters. Every page of the diary is soaked with the cold sweat of fear, whispers of despair, and humanity's most primal struggle, tainted by the malice of the Blood Cross. When the gunshots of a rescue team ring out, will what he takes with him be the hope of survival, or a soul already being quietly corrupted by malice? As the boundaries between so-called good and evil blur, what choices will the protagonist make in the depths of despair, time and again?