Bang!
Shaun casually flung Woolery, throwing him onto a nearby building. The terrifying force shattered two walls as Woolery's back slammed against the damaged wall. He felt a heaviness in his chest, and blood sprayed from his mouth. His face grew paler, and he stared straight ahead.
The faint sound of footsteps gradually approached. Shaun remained calm, illuminated by the red light of the blood sun. A cold smirk crept onto his face, contrasting with his delicate features, now resembling a demon returned from hell.
Woolery couldn't help but shudder again, resigning himself to what seemed an inevitable death. He never expected that, half a year into the apocalypse, he would still face the fate that befell so many.
Is it finally my turn? Woolery's heart gradually calmed in this moment. He only hoped that Skinner and Lane wouldn't encounter this grim reaper. Shaun was not someone they could contend with.