Shepherds

'Just how bad can my timing be?!'

He was still injured and standing a bit farther from the cafeteria's entrance when he saw the dozen men and women standing at the doors.

Their expressions were grim, and their intentions were quite clear as they pointed their guns toward the Survivors.

A burly, middle-aged man with short brown hair stood in front of the others. His arms had not one but four large scars that seemed to have healed not too long ago.

His eyes scanned the entire cafeteria in no time. A bright smile emerged on his face as he saw the weapons corner, the corner where everyone had chopped the War Krendels' corpses for meat, and the part of the cafeteria where all women were resting.

Everything he saw exceeded the middle-aged man's expectations several times over and a definite glint of greed was visible on his face.

"It looks like my little sheep uncovered a hidden treasure for us!" He spoke in excitement.