Turning his head towards the sound, he saw Crazy's hand was missing a big chunk of flesh and it was caused by the spinning spear that was meant for his head.
" Thanks for saving me! " Ryan was touched. He didn't know that Crazy cared for him this much.
" You need to concentrate on the fight. " He reminded him under his breath.
On the third hour, the number of divine realm infected had increased threefold making them pant heavily as if they were in a marathon, and it was becoming more and more difficult for them.
" We need to keep going! " Ryan voiced loudly with a stick of Bournemouth still on his mouth. " We send these motherfuckers back to hell. Ha! Ha! " He was talking to himself as if he had drowned in insanity. His eyes popping out, scaring even the infected themselves.
