Rika held her breath as she watched the plume of smoke approaching. From the tall mist, a crimson glow radiated a sinister, ominous aura that threatened every life.
Strength in her body started to wane, and she accidentally dropped the magazine filled with new bullets onto the ground. When it fell, Rika's body dropped like a puppet whose strings had been cut.
Although her legs gave up, her two hands fiercely gripped the rifle in her hand. It refused to retreat even in a critical state. However, what could she do when her own head was blank, her brain shut down because too many major events had befallen her.
In the distance, Peter stared in her direction. His mouth flapping open, asking what to do in this situation. As for Abel and Louise, they had to deal with the big primate and had no time to worry about the approaching horde of virus beasts.
No, they were not ignoring it, but averting their gaze from reality, watching the hundreds of enemy reinforcements approaching quickly.
