When the crematorium staff heard another zombie incident had occurred, they immediately organized, grabbing wooden clubs and rushing toward the furnace.
After the assistant leaped out from inside the furnace, he clutched his chest in fright. "Thankfully, I woke up just in time," he said, his voice trembling with delayed fear. "If I had been a minute, or even just a few seconds later, I'd probably be a pile of ashes right now, mistaken for a corpse..."
As the assistant lamented his fate, he slowly made his way out of the crematorium. However, just as he stepped out of the room, he saw dozens of people brandishing wooden clubs, completely surrounding him.
The assistant looked at the crematorium staff in bewilderment. "What are you all doing?" he asked, completely baffled. "I'm a living person! Are you really going to throw a living man into the furnace? That's murder, don't you understand?"
