"The body doesn't seem that emaciated, so how did it get out of control to this extent?"
Time for survival is precious, and White's decisiveness was clearly well-received.
As the group quickly followed, even before they approached, Jill had already arrived at her observation conclusion.
It wasn't just reckless talk; although there were crimson lines of blood visible on the body's torso, the sense of decay wasn't as severe, at least lighter than hers.
"Not sure—look at me!"
Without understanding it himself, White immediately shouted at it.
The fact proved unexpectedly effective; the person's head on the ground, with a near-convulsive motion, suddenly lifted, trying to face the team that had already approached.
"Can you stand up?"
Ignoring those asymmetrical eyes, unsure if they could still see him, White paused for a moment due to the reaction, coldly asked.
