"They are relentless in their pursuit... I wonder where the others have gone..."
Hiding behind a building, Lucy glanced at her shoulder.
The exposed skin was unnaturally sunken, and the extensive bruising was alarmingly visible.
With such a wound, not to mention wielding a short knife, she couldn't even move.
She was barely holding the machine gun in her hand, leaning against the wall, gasping heavily.
"Creak..."
Suddenly, a slight noise came from not far away.
"They've caught up so quickly!"
Lucy's pupils shrank, and her eyebrows knotted. She took a deep breath to steady her ragged breathing, then slowly peeked out from her hiding spot along the wall.
The moment she appeared, a large wooden stick, whooshing through the air, came smashing towards her head.
At the same time, a shadow wearing a pumpkin head emerged in front of her, the large stick grasped in its hand.
"So fast! It looks clumsy, but why are its movements so agile?"
