"Hoooo!!" Blowing out a hot breath of air, Enzo collapsed on the back of a wooden wagon, a feeling of exhaustion washed over him.
Suddenly, a ray of light shone on the right side of his face, causing him to squint and look over at Zeke, who was covered in dried-up blood.
"You never told me your friends are monsters, Zeke, pleasantly surprised…" Suddenly Sword Cleaver crawled from the front of the wagon and towards the back.
Right now, the father of the family of four had taken point and was driving the wagon forward.
"That was nearly a thousand men, you almost got us killed," completely indifferent to the complement, Zeke spoke with a tinge of frustration and surprise.
The number of people that chased them, the cloud of humans behind them, numbered nearly a thousand. If not for them creating space between the army and the wagon, they would be dead by now, swallowed by a flood of thieves.
