"Your shelter?" Grandpa Philip squinted his brow. "Then why are you not accepting humans into it?" He frowned.
"How I rule the shelter is not of your concern." The king snorted.
"Oh, I see. You're one of those degenerate people that are clouded with the illusion of power." Grandpa Philip shook his head.
"Why are you not saving people?" Justin raised his brow.
"Save the people.?" The corner of his lips curled upward in disdain.
He turned his head and looked at the people in the large room. Everyone avoids his gaze. The king puffed his chest upward and said proudly.
"To keep these few people alive. Do you know how many battles we had to fight? The fucking zombies and beast are crawling us. Let's forget about zombies and beasts. What about resources? Hmm?"
