As petrification and howling winds intertwined, the grey men were forcefully propelled, granting Philip and Doug access to the heart of the island.
As Philip surveyed the landscape, he noticed the surrounding structures and streets greatly resembled Bryxton City. Doug followed closely, maintaining a watchful eye and shooting at the grey men who had survived the earlier onslaught.
Noticing their arrival, the child who was embracing the teenager Gerald scowled noticeably. His apathetic eyes deepened as he shifted his gaze to a small house in the distance, far from Bryxton imitation city.
In an unexpected turn of events, a burly man suddenly emerged from it. He was clad topless and only wore underwear below. Unlike the grey men around, he exuded a strange humanity. He was not grey in color and strangely looked like a real and hateful human.
Wow! I can't believe I've written 100 chapters. It's also the 60th day since I started writing.