「Inside a dilapidated building.」
Dylan Quinn was stretching his sore arms.
"That's enough, Dylan Quinn. He's bled so much,
you'll attract zombies if you're not careful."
A woman said from the side, pinching her nose.
The man on the ground was covered in blood.
His wrists and ankles had been pierced by Stone Spikes, pinning him firmly to the ground.
"Yes, Mr. Quinn,"
"I don't think he's right in the head. He can't even talk.
We should take him back to the Alliance for a proper interrogation. If he dies here, we'll really have no leads."
The male assistant beside him added.
"Stay out of this. I won't let him die that easily."
Dylan Quinn sneered as he walked over to the bloody man on the ground. He pressed his foot onto the man's head and looked down at him, saying:
"Wayne Warner, even if you really can't talk,"
"I have my ways of making you."
"You'd better start confessing."
"Who killed my brother? What the hell happened that day?"
