The battlefield got eerily quiet for Stanley after the man died. His eyes hurt to stay open, but he still continued staring at the man that had died from a single mistake.
Stanley's hands trembled, whether in fear or anger, he himself didn't know. A weird feeling emerged within him again.
He closed his eyes, the pain becoming unbearable by the second. He opened it once again and turned around to the monster that was getting ready to attack him.
Stanley did the only sensible thing he could at the moment.
He ran away.
With his vision impaired, fighting the monster was definitely suicide. He needed to get rid of the mud and then reset so he could fight the Crawler again.
He ran toward one of the streams that flowed down the town. Due to the rain, the streams were exceptionally strong today.
