"Ah— AHH— My arm, my arm!" Skinny fell to the ground, clutching his forearm—which was now connected by only a shred of muscle and sinew—and letting out a miserable howl.
He never felt any pain when he was hurting others, but now that it was his turn, he couldn't stand it for even a second!
The others present descended into chaos, as if reverting to a former life, and they all crouched down to find cover.
Only Mike remained standing, staring in the direction of the gunshot. His eyes were actually filled with excitement.
Everyone looked toward the source of the gunshot. Many of them had been awake for several years, yet they had never heard of guns still existing in this world.
As they all watched, the sound of footsteps emerged from a patch of shadow, and a figure slowly walked out.
Tactical helmet, full-color night-vision goggles, body armor, a black bodysuit, an automatic rifle in his hands, and two grenades hanging from his gear.
