The moment I thought my dear Cassel was in danger, my instincts took over. Without thinking, I flung the door open and rushed toward where he was standing.
From my position, I saw it clearly—a small missile flying straight toward Cassel's head.
It was as if I were watching a cinematic slow-motion scene. My heartbeats spiked violently, so strong I thought my heart might burst out of my chest.
At some point, it seemed Cassel noticed me running toward him. With a smile lingering at the corner of his lips, he opened his arms, waiting.
Yes. He was looking at me—only me.
He didn't even notice the enemies lurking behind him, nor the cold weapons aimed at his back.
Humans may have evolved after the end of the world, but that doesn't mean firearms no longer affect them. A single bullet to the head can still take a life—just like zombies, who only die once their heads are destroyed.
