Chapter 180. Hunt or Be Hunted

“Get off me, you motherfuckers!”

Simon wrestled to fight them off but there was nothing more he could do. He felt helpless being prone to the ground and couldn’t reach the Beretta 92F on his sides. The more he tried to push off the creature, the weaker he feels.

“Don’t let their saliva touch you!” Susan cried out to Simon. Ghouls’ saliva is considered toxic to human fragile skin. On a contact with the skin, it would sound like a sizzling meat. She feels helpless but not totally helpless like Simon. At least, she’s reaching out to her Beretta 92F. On grabbing her weapon, she didn’t wait a second but pressed it at the skull of the ghoul that had prone her to the ground and squeezed the trigger.

She hastily pushes of the dead ghoul off her and immediately sprang up to her feet. The rest of the ghouls became enraged and switched their focus on her—even the one that had held Simon down.

They slowly circled around Susan, calculating on when to launch on attack on h