(Three minutes later)
"What's taking them so long?"
Corey who was standing close to the railing of the bridge, mumbled as he threw a small stone to the red sea of death.
Plop
Corey watched as the stone sank into the red sea with a bored expression. He picked up another stone and just as he was about to throw about it, he heard the sound of a vehicle and he furrowed his brows.
"Another one?"
Corey grabbed his battle axe which was beside him, then he turned to the source of the sound with a cold look in his eyes.
He tightened the grip on his battle axe, but a few seconds later, a baffled expression appeared in his eyes.
He rubbed his eyes a few times, but no matter how much he rubbed his eyes, what he saw did not change.
"The hell is this?"
