Stanley felt the death of the person who was smashed into the ground. He felt a chill pass through him, seeing the man so viciously killed right then and there.
The man's body was turned into a mush, mixing with the mud that was on the ground, his blood diluted by the rainwater.
The loud sound of the rain just made everything all the more eerie.
The way he was killed, the way the Crawler so casually moved on after not even leaving a whole corpse of his body… it reminded Stanley of the time when one did the same to his mother.
Remembering the moment now, it did not bring back any fear or anxiety. No.
All that it brought back was anger. Uncontrollable, unstoppable anger.
Without hesitation, Stanley ran toward the Crawler.
"Hey, kid! Don't—"
A man tried to stop him, but he had to dodge at the last moment as the Crawler's limb fell on top of him.
