The threat was obvious.
He had noticed this woman just now. He was sure she was alone, with no companions.
That was why he'd chosen her as his target.
She wore a mask, but her figure revealed she was a woman. In this apocalyptic world, a woman who could travel alone was not to be underestimated.
But he, Derek Walsh, hadn't survived this long by being a pushover. He wasn't afraid of some woman.
Her clothes were clean and well-kept. One look and you could tell she was living comfortably—a fat sheep ready for shearing.
He wasn't asking for much, just a pound of grain. That would be enough to feed him for nearly half a month.
At the thought, a thrill of excitement ran through him. He couldn't believe his luck tonight.
Stella Sterling's expression was calm. After hearing his words, she didn't bother speaking again and simply took two steps forward.
She looked down at the items on the ground, then brought her foot down, grinding it forcefully into them.
