Desire is a very intoxicating emotion. Even if there was a little chance that his aunt was alive, which they probably believed, then they would stop one more time.
He wanted them to see their death, so killing them while they were unaware inside the vehicle didn't feel rewarding.
As expected, when the sedan came in front of the house, it stopped. All three of them got out again and looked toward the gate.
"Should we try to break through? Since she hasn't responded, she won't shoot either." The youngest of them spoke.
Breaking through inside was tough but not impossible. They hadn't been able to do so before because Emily had a gun and they had seen her shoot those infected, so they were worried.
"Let's try it. If she was just passed out, then we still have a chance." The old man nodded. "Oi, you bulky bastard, don't try to force yourself on her if she is weak or she would definitely die—"
