Another “I’ll rather die”

For him, it would have been a harder decision if the mother had struggled or even ran forward to protect her child that looked no more than six years old.

Yet she did nothing but hurdle together with the horde with hopes that she wasn't chosen.

Slightly pissed, Ray raised the gun in his hand at her and pulled the trigger, prepared to kill her even if it wasn't necessary.

A loud click sounded, one that signified that the gun was empty and no longer had any bullets.

"There's always tomorrow…" Ray thought handing over the gun to Van.

Unknown to him, the smile on Van's face widened, even more, the second he got a glimpse of the expression on Ray's face, something he was sure that he wasn't even aware of.

Ray currently had a beautifully striking female body, and with the slight killing aura that surrounded him, Van couldn't help but find it even more striking. A look he wouldn't mind seeing a couple of more times.