Terry, as if driven mad, rushed toward the warehouse's iron door.
"Terry! Have you gone insane?! If you open the door, we'll all die!!" The two boys closest to Terry in the warehouse stood up in horror and desperately clung to him.
Alex's face turned cold, and he drew out the Sinful Knife, slicing off the arms of the two boys. Blood splattered onto several nearby people, the intense smell of blood and the agonizing screams violently attracting the zombies outside, making them bang against the warehouse door even louder.
Alex held the Sinful Knife, his expression flickering in and out of the shadows: "Pick up your brooms and sticks and fight like I did when you drove me out. Maybe then you'll have a chance to survive."
Alex's words sounded like well-meaning advice, but only he knew it was a mockery.
With their level of courage, these people should have died long ago in such an apocalyptic world.