"Haha..." The man wearing a hood let out a laugh and took a golden pocket watch from his pocket.
"Old man, do you want to play a game?
I'll give you one minute, you can either run or find any weapon other than the shotgun. After one minute, I'll come for you.
Once I find you, you'll be cut into pieces.
The countdown starts."
Morris Dawan knew he was being toyed with, but in his current state, he had no ability to fight.
His first reaction was to run towards the RV camp.
The man with the machete blocked his path, "This direction won't work, I know what you're trying to do, but I don't want to alarm those people for now.
They're my prey for tomorrow or the day after, if I catch everyone at once, where's the fun in that? Can you understand that feeling?"
"You damn pervert."
Morris Dawan cursed and turned to run, but his foot was injured, and his arm kept bleeding, leaving him very weak.
