"An-anh~"
Almy looked at his hands which were soaked in blood with full fear and disgust.
He timidly withdrew his hand, his expression stiff and dry, Almy was unable to understand what had happened and was happening.
Right as he was about to withdraw the entire sword, Ron grabbed his hand and pinned it tight.
"Do not pull it out, I do not want to die from blood loss".
Ron spoke mockingly, he even tried to plunge the sword deeper.
Ron gripped Almy's hands firmly, making him unable to move at all.
"A-alright, I will not pull it out, can you let go of my hands?"
Almy let go in panic, thus Ron also lowered his hands, then he fell to the ground, fainting immediately, leaving Almy standing in shock.
"What the mother..."
Almy collapsed to the ground, he knelt down, his hands trembling trying to wipe away the bloodstains with his shirt.
He suddenly felt his vision blurring due to tears, there were some black streaks in his sight, obviously from the fact that he was wearing a pair of glasses familiar to him.
"But... was I wearing them?"
He was wearing contact lenses when he came here, perhaps the contact lenses had shattered so he wore glasses, but since when?
He also realized he was wearing a top hat, something he did not remember wearing before.
He tried to suppress the surging tears to stand up, first he needed to examine Ron.
Almy stealthily took each step toward that corpse, his hands trembling trying to shake the person awake, but before he touched Ron's body a deep hoarse voice echoed.
"Painkillers in the left pocket, take them out and inject into the vein in my arm".
Ron whispered, enough for Almy to hear, Almy was stunned and about to obey when he realized a tug of war situation whether saving him would help him listen to me?
This is a strange place, injured and dead people lie everywhere, at least a hundred people, so it can be considered Ron's slaughterhouse, he did not know whether he or Ron had started first, but he had stabbed Ron, risking it is saving him, otherwise it is also risking survival in this place.
He thought for about 2 seconds, then carefully fumbled in Ron's pants pocket, indeed taking out a silver syringe, he looked at it for a bit then looked back at his own body, seeing that indeed the body was stable, no external wounds seen, reluctantly picking up Ron's hand to find a vein for him.
He felt around Ron's arm, sensing the softness of the skin, it did not feel like simple softness but more like touching a layer of fabric.
Almy swallowed his saliva, found the right vein then injected a dose of medicine into it, he did not know how much dosage was enough so he injected only about 1/2 of the medicine.
After the injection, Ron's entire body suddenly stiffened its muscles, he jerked up, then lay back in place.
Almy looked at Ron's jerking and suddenly his heart skipped a beat, he took a deep breath then stood up and walked with a limp toward the people lying still in a mountain, he originally did so only out of fear that Ron would stand up and kill him with one kick.
He occasionally glanced back at Ron, but realizing Ron was no longer moving his heart gradually eased.
Almy looked toward the people piled into a mountain, he noticed that although beaten bruised these people were still breathing.
He tried to carry these people out but then stopped, he feared if something happened he would be implicated.
Anyway these people were only unconscious, they were not that seriously injured, nor was there imminent danger.
Almy swallowed his saliva for the nth time today, he felt his pants were a bit hot just now, he lay flat on the ground, trying to suppress the brimming tears so they would not flow down, he was so afraid, afraid that he would be like the victims in the newspapers, afraid of being retaliated against, being carved and tortured.
Almy was struggling to stay conscious, he feared that if he fell asleep, he would be captured and tortured immediately after.
But... perhaps that was still quite far away.
Because he did not know how long it had been until he heard a sound that in his entire life he never expected would rescue him like that.
"POLICE HERE! HANDS UP".
'POLICE?'
Almy wanted to lift his head to look, but strength had held him stuck to this not very clean bed.
'A miracle?
Heaven truly knows how to love a good person, I will not die here...'
Almy let go completely to sink into a dream, but before he could fall asleep, he saw an eagle flying down from above.
'Does God truly love you?'