Bad Boy

"Trash…" the shepherd said, just to smirk lightly before he added,

"Why are so many little sheeps so daring? Why would you be allowed to take one of these beauties if not even the head shepherd took a look at them first?

If you were still alive, I would have suggested that you should choose your words carefully before actually opening your mouth, but it looks like you cannot say anything even though your mouth is wide open!"

The smile of the shepherd looked devilish, and as if everyone's mind had blanked out they looked at the corpse of the older man, who had just spoken out his mind a moment ago.

Blood trickled down his face, and a clean bullet hole crested his forehead.

His mouth was wide open as if he had been about to say something, but his words died along with him. Now, his corpse lay on the floor as blood pooled around it.

A few women screamed when the body fell to the ground, but most Survivors were simply too shocked by what they saw.