Ah!
A cry came from behind. At once, everyone stopped in their tracks and looked in the cry direction.
A young man was lying on the ground with blood gushing out of his mouth. A deep cut was on his chest wrapped with clothes. The clothes were fully soaked in blood. His face was ashen, gasping for air.
"What should we do?" A female asked no one in particular.
Mack appeared in front of the young man and looked at his injury for a moment.
'He can't last long unless he receives proper care.' He sighed and looked at the people around him.
"You carry him." He commanded.
"Me!?" A middle-aged man gasped, looking at the others with wide eyes.
Mack didn't wait for the man to carry the wounded young man before he left their presence.
"Let's move." His voice echoed.
"We need meds. People will start falling sick if we don't take proper care of them." He arrived beside Susan and said.