Will To Live (1)

Bathed in his own blood, nailed on the barbed wire fence through several iron rods sticking out from his chest, stomach, and thighs. His arms that also couldn't even hang down due to the thorns from the barbed wires holding them in place. Flesh mangled in rusty iron, plus blood pooling so abundantly beneath him.

Almost lifeless, and certainly like a broken doll.

When she discovered the person looking no worse than someone flayed and crucified, she and Diaz were inside the car. They only barely made out his sorry figure from the opposite side of the fence. However, when they did, much less she, even Diaz who had a heart several times stronger than hers was badly shaken.

She remembered, this happened around 1:55 pm.

More or less four hours passed since then as it was now already 5:45 pm.