Chapter 63 - 58
"Drip."
Crimson blood slowly slid down his cheeks, dripping onto the snow-covered ground. Brian wiped the blood from his face with his palm, forcefully pushing away the infected person who had collapsed on top of him, struggling to get up from the snowy ground.
The snow, stained with blood, slid off his back as he bent down to pull out the knife lodged in the infected person's head. He also picked up the pistol that had fallen nearby, watching the people fleeing around him with anxiety in his eyes.
In a sudden moment, Brian noticed several figures lying not far away. They seemed oddly familiar to him, so he hurriedly rushed over there with all his might.
As he approached, he stared intently at the familiar figures lying in the snow, and after a while, he finally recognized them as Alan, Sylvia, Anna, and Wilfred.
But now they were no longer alive; they had become cold corpses lying on the ground.
"How... How could this happen!"
Looking at the numerous wounds covering the bodies in front of him, blood flowing continuously, Brian's face twisted in pain and he fell to his knees on the snowy ground, a mix of anguish and indignation filling his heart.
"Sarah... she's not among them!"
Suddenly, Brian seemed to notice something, and his eyes quickly searched the bodies on the ground, but he couldn't find the familiar petite figure he was looking for.
As if sensing something, he abruptly stood up from the ground, pushing forward against the crowd fleeing in front of him as if he had a premonition of exactly where Sarah was.