Lin Jinju stopped struggling letting that man's hand roam over her body.
Her limbs had gone limp. Her mind, somewhere far away. She had gone numb all over.
She was no longer in her body, not really. Her children were somewhere out there, alone. Her husband was gone, buried long before the world ended. There were no laws anymore, no order. Just chaos, filth, and monsters—some dead, some still breathing.
And she… she was completely alone.
A single tear slid down her cheek, heavy and hot, cutting through the grime on her face. It dropped, landing on the man's filthy hand as he tore at her torn blouse.
Then all of a sudden a loud bang was heard.
It was sharp, deafening followed by the sound of something crashing.
Before she could even register it, the man touching her let out a strangled scream, so loud it split the silence.
His body convulsed and he collapsed to the ground beside her, writhing in agony, clutching his sides as blood poured out between his fingers.
