"That was close, so close!"
"Master Fatty almost met his end here and became that monster beast's lunch!"
Running like mad through the jungle, Billy didn't care about the direction anymore; as long as he got as far away from that river as possible.
Unbeknownst to Billy, Wesley, leading a bird and a rat, was walking in the very direction he was running.
Speaking of Wesley, after hanging Carl on a tree, he hadn't encountered another living soul along the way.
He did, however, see a few human corpses that had been mauled and gnawed on by monster beasts, already unrecognizable and missing limbs.
Not far from the dead humans lay their respective tamed beasts, all having died in gruesome states.
The scene was shocking to behold, and one could easily imagine what they had gone through before they died!
As for who died?
Wesley had no idea. Some of them didn't even have heads left, so it would be strange if he could recognize them.
