The woman who had glowing white eyes answered. "It's not cheating, besides, there are no rules here, and the only thing I told you was to wait here." Her voice was still feminine but despite of her calm demeanor, her words appeared as if sharp swords that want to kill someone.
"If you say so." the Whisperer raised his hands up without care. "So, you do have someone you hate over there? What did the unlucky person do?"
"He talks too much."
"Oh. How about me? I'm not talkative right?"
"Don't worry, you're good. You obey, and he doesn't."
The Whisperer gulped and cleared his throat, then stared at the truck on the other end of the street.
All of a sudden, a panicked voice came from behind. It was Butch who looked paler than he usually is.
"We need help," he said while trying to catch his breath. "The army's butchering us."
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