He looked at the woman driving the car, recalling the scene from yesterday.
He felt she was quite similar to those psychos he knew.
Every last one of them was mentally unstable and pathologically self-indulgent.
But those people had spent too long in the apocalypse, constantly surrounded by oppression and bloodshed, so their minds had gradually become twisted.
But what about the woman in front of him? What was her excuse? She had only been in the apocalypse for a few years...
And she was living quite well—worlds better than most people, in fact.
'So why is she like this too?'
"Stop looking at me like I'm a psycho."
Seeing his stare grow increasingly strange, Stella Sterling spoke up, her eyes tinged with displeasure.
After hearing Stella Sterling's words, Andrew Shaw's gaze slowly returned to normal. He looked at her with an innocent expression. "What are you saying, Miss? I don't understand."
'Psychos never like being called psychos.' Andrew Shaw felt a pang of anxiety.
