Dưới đây là bản dịch đã được sửa đổi để thay thế chính xác tên nhân vật thành Quân, đảm bảo cấu trúc xuống dòng, không dính chữ, không có tiếng Việt và không sử dụng dấu gạch ngang:
Ron Irus sat on the long bench of the station, he carefully used black fishing line to weave two ropes and then tied Quân onto his back, he staggered to his feet and then looked at the bag he was carrying.
It was a sports bag specialized for survival or long distance sports. Strangely, it was quite reasonable in this situation.
Ron looked back toward the train car he had disembarked from, he was not sure what had happened, nor about the fact that everyone had lost consciousness, whether dead or fainted.
The only person he could believe knew something was currently on his shoulders, so Ron had no choice but to carry him away.
Ron did not look back at the train, knowing that the longer he stayed, the easier it would be to leave traces, it was best to go.
'Hopefully I can still find Janeus'. Ron thought.
Then he began to leave the train platform and walked toward the city.
He did not know that, right behind the back of his neck, a colorless string was tying his neck.
...
Clack.
Ron went deep into the city, he touched the buildings that were ruined and completely pale, like the black and white post apocalyptic paintings he had seen somewhere.
Blood, intestines, and hearts splattered everywhere, clinging to everything, that was also the only color he saw, Ron was careful not to touch or step on it. He took the fishing lines and wove them together to create a mask sufficient to cover Quân's face, he did not think letting him breathe in these smells was reasonable.
Ron took an iron bar from the pile of shattered houses, he aimed at a corpse on the ground, decisively chopped off an arm and raised that steel iron rod up.
Noticing nothing unusual, only then did Ron pass through.
The first place he wanted to go to was the city center, because according to logical principles, if there was business, one should gather at a prominent, easy to reach place, but it could not be a dead corner, furthermore, that place was also easy to defend.
He was also not sure whether escaping the city was possible, but every time he thought about that, he would certainly have to gamble Quân as a bait, no matter how he calculated, so it should not be done without knowing the situation.
His current objective was: to find living people.
And fortunately, after walking a few steps, he saw the first person.
But also unfortunately, that person was not very friendly.
"GET OUTTTTTTT!!!"
A shriek roared out, and from the darkness a monster with 17 bizarre arms stretched out to grab Ron, Ron instantly reacted, he immediately dropped Quân onto the ground, causing Quân to fall thudding to the ground.
Ron immediately leaped backward, a gentle step of movement but leaving Quân behind like a scapegoat.
Just as he guessed, the cluster of arms began to grab Quân, those arms with thousands of needles growing out from the holes on the hands like a hedgehog were still a few centimeters away from Quân.
Whoosh~
A sound like tearing the wind echoed from Ron's side, it was a sharp fishing line stabbing straight toward the person hidden in the darkness.
STAB!!
The fishing line stabbed straight into that person's throat, just as Ron planned, he also used his hand to pull Quân toward himself, avoiding that cluster of arms.
He held Quân, rolling once on the ground to disperse the force, then without taking any rest, Ron stood up, he took out a survival knife from his bag.
Click!
The blade extended out after Ron removed the sheath, he used the fishing line in one hand, the knife in the other, standing in an offensive stance.
Sure enough, a single string could not kill that person, that person revealed their face from the darkness, it was a girl, but her body grew dozens of arms from behind her back.
Her face turned frantic, the facial skin clawed to shreds, some parts crushed making it impossible to recognize the appearance, on her back were several people who had been pierced through by the arms and attached to her body like trophies.
Most bizarrely, a distorted smile on that angry face, it was like someone screaming to vent anger on an innocent person.
Ron was different, he was calm, behind his back appeared a faint silhouette like a haze of smoke and mist.