Straight away, as soon as the container door at the very back was opened, the smell wafted into Gary’s nose. When he turned his head, he could see a person standing outside with the door open.
What was worse though, just like in the pool club, Gary could smell blood.
‘No…no… not again! Why am I always too late!’ Gary blamed himself.
There were still plenty of Grey colour members left standing, but seeing this, Gary's feet were already moving before his mind had done. He started to run towards the container and at the same time Buffin couldn’t quite comprehend what was happening.
“What the f*ck is wrong with you guys? You can’t even handle one person! Why is it taking you so long?”
At that moment, one of the members had swung another wooden plank towards Gary in his path. He swung it like a baseball bat, and Gary covered his head with his arms. The plank snapped but didn’t slow him down at all.