Kill or being killed
Several Minutes passed without any noises from outside the safe room until gunshots and bombing noises permeated the streets and shook the shop's walls that trembled a little.
From the sound, it seemed like the beasts were still far away and probably not over the wall.
However, the relief barely lasted two minutes as the first flying beasts could be seen hovering over the streets and diving towards their human prey that aimlessly ran around trying to find a place to hide.
The pitiful sounds of humans crying out for help, their pained shouts mixed with the screeches of beasts, and the anguished cries of terrified kids were bloodcurdling, to say the least and everyone huddled together, praying for their dear lives.
Jason tried his best to ignore the sounds even if goosebumps erupted all over his body. But after he finished skimming through a few tutorial videos, he decided to take a look outside.