The pain of a torn throat was like a red-hot iron piercing the flesh.
Lin Wan could clearly feel the warm blood gurgling out from the huge gap in her neck, bringing with it the last bit of heat in her body. Her vision was blurred, and she could only see several monsters with gray-black exoskeletons and sharp claws surrounding her, greedily tearing at the flesh on her thighs and arms. The "click" sound of bones being broken was particularly clear in the dead ruins.
It hurts so much.
What was clearer than the pain was the blurry figures surrounding him in the distance. They were the neighbors she had rescued by dividing their rations, the Chen family who cried and said their children were starving to death and begged her to open the door, and the Xiaoling who held her hand a few days ago and said, "Sister Wanwan, let's live together."
They huddled behind the broken wall and stared at this side. There was no grief or fear on their faces, only an expression of almost numbness and relief.
"Wanwan, I'm sorry... If I don't push you out, we will all die." Lao Chen's voice floated over, dry, like an explanation, but also like he was speaking to himself.
