Xiao stared blankly at the people around him.
Most of them were injured and could barely move. They could not escape.
They could have closed their eyes and waited for death, but instead, without a word of agreement, they had picked up their guns to resist until their last breath.
There were fewer and fewer people ahead of him, and the monsters' roars behind him grew louder and louder. Trembling, Xiao turned his head.
The monsters were still charging relentlessly. The figure holding the alley entrance alone swayed on the verge of collapse, but still did not fall.
Xiao turned back, as though that one glance had consumed all his courage.
Yet he could not bring himself to take a step and flee like this, either.
He looked at his wife. She nodded at him, then shook her head.
"Y-you take Phoebe..."
"Dad!"
His daughter tugged at her hand, and Xiao looked down.
The girl looked at him solemnly. "Phoebe isn't afraid!"
The man tightened his grip on his wife's and daughter's hands.
Maeve had already lost count of how many monsters had charged at her.
Her older brother was in the Factory Guard. When she saw the monsters surging toward them like a tide, she had stepped forward without a second thought.
It was already a miracle that she had held out this long.
Maeve let the monster facing her drive its claws into her shoulder, taking the opportunity to bite through its neck, tear off a chunk of flesh, and gulp it down whole. A warm current spread from her belly. Her wounds rapidly healed, and her fatigue eased a little.
[Song of Flesh]
All she needed to do was swallow supernatural flesh and blood to gain strength.
Maeve bared her teeth, blood trickling between them. Everywhere she