Sunken flatland.
Beside a fire emitting the scent of grease.
A headless corpse lay on the ground.
Next to the body, there was a woman covered in corrosive marks, her writhing innards visible, gasping her last breath, mechanically cursing and begging for mercy, "Put down the gun, damn cop, put down the gun..."
However, considering her gasps lacked the rhythm of breath, she probably didn't have long to live.
Brian shook his grimy hand that was still making a sizzling sound from the corrosion, "Is the bodily fluid of these Mutant descendants always this corrosive?"
He glanced at the still ranting woman and ignored her.
Given his usual temperament, he would have done a good deed and ended her misery quickly, but her foul mouth caused Brian to withdraw any pity.
He's not a masochist.
By vibrating at a high frequency, he shook off the corrosive liquid from his hands.
Brian squatted down next to Vasily's headless body and poked it a couple of times with a stick.
