Chapter 137

The war that raged around me was unlike anything I had ever experienced; it was brutal and unforgiving. Just two rows behind me, I could hear the unmistakable death rattle of a man succumbing to his injuries. I turned my gaze in horror as I watched the vitality drain from his body, his eyes taking on a glaze of oblivion while grotesque gurgling sounds escaped from his lips mingled with blood.

I bit back a scream that threatened to escape my throat. If death was claiming them at such a rapid pace, the bullets they were using must have been laced with poison or perhaps there were so many wounds inflicted that the healing process simply could not commence. 

The sound of another agonizing scream cut through the chaos, followed by a resounding thud that reverberated through the air, making me flinch. There was no way in hell that I was willing to look; I was too terrified to face what lay behind me.

My senses were alive with the growls of those combatants who had