Although Timothy had a nasty tongue, he didn't seem to have a bad character. He rushed over to help Serra when he found the latter in trouble. But the outcome was nothing surprising. Upon clashing, he was sent flying by the Tyrant zombie, tumbling far away across the street and stopping only when he hit a wall.
Timothy bent his back like a shrimp, his hands clasping his abdomen. His mouth was filled with blood and there was cold sweat covering his forehead. The grimace he wore spoke volumes of the pain.
"Be patient. Once I kill Serra, I'll send you off to hell," Stanford said coldly, as the dagger in his hand stabbed at Serra's vital spot.
