The woman knelt on the ground, staring blankly at her child in her arms, unconscious.
The bloodstains on the child's lips had not yet dried, but there still wasn't the slightest sign of awakening.
She raised her head, her dull gaze following the girl moving from outside.
After the gunfight, the scene was in chaos, with heavy casualties.
If a bullet from a handgun didn't hit a vital organ accurately, it was difficult for someone to die on the spot, so although there was widespread mourning on the scene, most people were injured but not dead. With timely treatment, their lives could be saved.
The girl raised her finger, allowing the fresh red drops of blood to fall from the tip.
Immediately, someone reached out to catch the drop of blood and licked it into their mouth.
…And then nothing happened.
The patient licking the blood looked at the bleeding gunshot wound on their thigh and fell into contemplation.
"Does anyone else want my blood?"