"What do you mean wouldn't die?" I yelled as I dodged the man's lunge at me.
"Literally... he is like some zombie," Bobby said as he gave the man a flying kick and sent him across the ground again.
"Zombie?" I took in what he said and fired at the man's head.
Bang!
Bang!
After two shots were fired at his head, he lay motionless.
I shined my flashlight and checked on him.
His stomach was bloated.
"Bobby, look," I said.
"What the hell?"
Then it struck me why the man was trying to keep biting Bobby's neck.
Our skin was 'marked' by the poisonous liquid from the white-colored toads.
The man somehow sensed it and kept trying to get at Bobby's neck.
Getting the blood to start another cycle of the white-colored toads.
Chills went down my spine when I thought about it.
"Let's go. The rest is with an unfamiliar man. I don't trust him," I said.
"Wait, I dropped some of my stuff."
