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"Hey! Get a grip, you idiots! Do you want to die that badly!?"

The sharp voice cut through the hesitation of the migrants, stopping them in their tracks. The one shouting was none other than Travis, who had served as Calvin's second-in-command for so long.

"Don't you know the easiest target is someone running away with their back turned? And even if you run, where would you go?"

"…!"

"If you don't want to die to monsters, then stop running and fight! If we kill them, the city will be ours! There's only half as many of them as us!"

Travis's rallying cry seemed to snap the migrants out of their panic. Their retreating steps halted, and the look in their eyes changed. Determination replaced fear.

Calvin, who had been spitting blood while lying on the ground, glared furiously, but Travis didn't even glance in his direction. Travis felt exhilarated, as if he were reclaiming the position of leader he had lost.