The infected child still hung from her arm, biting harder. The woman grabbed the child's head and tried to pull him away.
His neck twisted unnaturally, but his jaw did not loosen.
Another cultivator rushed in from the side and stabbed the infected child through the back.
STAB!
The sword pierced through the child's chest.
But the child only turned his head.
His empty eyes looked at the cultivator.
The cultivator froze for half a breath.
Rovan stopped. There were infected in front.
The big one was behind.
Beatrice looked up at the walls. "Can you climb?"
"With you on my back?"
"Can you?"
Rovan looked at the nearby pipe running along the wall.
His expression twisted. "I hate this."
He jumped and grabbed the pipe with one hand.
Pain shot through his wounded arm. His grip almost slipped.
Beatrice wrapped one arm around his neck and held tight.
"Don't choke me!"
"Then climb faster."
Rovan clenched his teeth and climbed.
