Pah!
Pah!
Sheriff was dead.
In fact, he died with the first shot.
The second shot was purely because Waldo was irritated by Sheriff's insults before dying, so he fired another shot.
The members of the police station would never have imagined that they would end up dead and abandoned in the wilderness.
Their fate was now to be devoured by the approaching zombies one by one.
If they were lucky and not discovered by the zombies, they would gradually rot away under the scorching sun, becoming unrecognizable corpses.
Perhaps, when they were reincarnated in the afterlife, they would thank him for this.
After Sheriff's death, Waldo efficiently gathered all the supplies and put them in his backpack, not bothering to inspect them closely.
Back at the villa, he would have time to do that.
For now, his priority was to rush back and get Alanna to use her healing skill on him.
He had suffered severe internal injuries, and there was a large wound on his abdomen.
