"Nearly... 50,"
"The bodies! Bring all the bodies back."
Dozens of headless or limbless, explosively mutilated corpses were piled up on the vacant ground of the football field.
The middle-aged man glared at the corpses and roared in anger, his companions around him not daring to speak. A moment later, he calmed down, a trace of malice flashing in his eyes, "This meat will feed us for a long time."
They didn't waste a bit of food, showing not a trace of sympathy for their deceased companions; they looked at them with the ferocity of starving wolves.
"What about the medicine! Those bastards on the other side, they had the audacity to steal our drugs! We should devour them!" someone said with indignation.
"I, too, want to devour them, have wanted to since they broke into P city, such a huge pigsty," the middle-aged man licked his lips and looked toward the direction of the hospital, "No rush, we'll get our revenge in time."
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