He glanced at the van, hoping to see Alex one last time.
What is happening?
It wasn't there. Richard fought valiantly against Stevie, but it was hopeless. The air inside him was constricting, and the sharp teeth were piercing his throat. Richard had a few seconds to live
There was a tremendous explosion nearby, and the dog barked and rolled over him. Panting on the floor, Richard lifted his head to look at the voice.
Alex was holding a gun that should have taken down one of the dead men. Little Stevie was trying to crawl away just because he had hit her on the shoulder, but he was advancing towards her with a steady pistol in both hands.
"How's the prospect, Stevie?" he asked coldly. "Are you enjoying it?"
He shouted and tried to run. He couldn't use one of his legs due to a shoulder injury, but he tried. Alex followed her, hitting her again and hitting her hip. When he screamed and fell, he immediately put a bullet in the back of his head.