As the vehicle drew closer, they saw that the roof of the enclosed car had been brutally cut off, turning it into a convertible. The adult deformity was driving toward them one-handed.
Its mouth split into a vicious grin, its eyes burning with rage.
In its left hand, it held a burning glass bottle.
The vehicle charged straight at the six of them. As they scrambled to dodge, it hurled the firebomb onto Crawford, instantly engulfing him in flames and drawing a scream from his throat.
The scorching heat forced everyone back. None of them dared get anywhere near him.
Crawford had luckily avoided the giant sickle-blade trap, only to fail to escape this gasoline firebomb. As he struggled and rolled on the ground, he gradually went still.
The instant the vehicle swept past him, the gun-wielding Hassan Chavez fired at the deformity inside.
Bang!
Hassan Chavez raised his shotgun and fired, but the deformity's vehicle swerved sharply. A spray of pellets struck its body, with about half of the lead shot burying themselves in its upper torso.
Its face was left pitted and bleeding.
With a flick of the tail, the vehicle came around, and the deformity jumped out. Carrying an axe, it charged at the six people before it.
Hassan Chavez fired again.
The shot struck the deformed cannibal squarely. The force of the blast sent it flying more than a meter before it fell to the ground, motionless.
"Is it dead?" Alex asked uncertainly.
Could this deformed cannibal really have been dealt with so easily?
Everyone slowly approached. Floyd, the Black gang boss, raised his dagger. He intended to repeat what he had done before—to cut off this adult deformity's head, just as he had cut off that child's.
Everyone raised their weapons, including daggers, wooden clubs,