Ivy shut her eyes. She desired to cry, but no tears flowed. She had considered it many times before.
She had a lot of things she wanted to say before she died, but her mind was blank right now.
The chipped-off rock fragments beside her scratched her hand, causing it to bleed.
Old and new wounds mingled in such a grisly way that the original appearance was obscured.
The footsteps in front of them sounded like they came from the mouth of the Grim Reaper.
If there was only one bullet left.
She'd have kept it for herself. She closed her eyes in despair after noticing the black muzzle of a gun out of the corner of her eyes.
Suddenly, there was a rumbling sound in the air, approaching from a distance at breakneck speed.
It was dozens of massive helicopters covering the sky in dense forma
