Bab 155: Why Do I Feel Like You're Tricking Me?

Death was looming above his head. The first time he felt this way was a few days ago. Right now, it was being repeated but with different causes. 

Previously, it was a foot descending towards him, while currently, it was a pretty doll.

The pretty doll was two feet long, it was made with solid clay instead of polymers. At the moment, the pretty doll's blonde hair was already sheared off its head and it now looks like a bald doll in a horror movie. 

Maybe that's also the reason why the hulking zombie no longer cared for it and just wanted to smash it towards Croco. 

The doll's bald head was aimed towards Croco's left eye. He couldn't move as his arm-blade was held tight by the zombie's other hand. He's afraid that the arm-blade would snap into two if ever he forcefully retracts it. 

He could do nothing other than to wait for the bald doll's descent.

"Not again, buddy!" 

BOOM!