Several Hours later…
"Arghhh! Die you basta—"
Katcha!
A head flew and the last scavenger of another group fell in front of Max, who stood there with an axe in each hand, his expression cold and breathing stable.
Step! Step! Step!
Footsteps echoed in the silent street, then someone asked, "You alright bro?"
Max shifted his gaze away from the corpse of the scavenger and looked at Tommy. As his gaze roamed over the scars on his face, torn lips, bloodied clothes and limping hand, he had to suppress his rising rage.
"Yes. I am." Max nodded, "But you are not. You should stay put in the truck and rest."
After saving Aaron and eliminating the second group of the scavengers, he told Jamie's group to delay their survivor rescue plan and instead join him into saving the groups he had sent throughout the city for the same purposes.
