Chapter 49
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Translator: 8uhl
Chapter: 43
Chapter Title: A Doctor's Helplessness
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Of course, he had no time to dwell on Cherry. Unlike her, Knox possessed no superhuman strength, and unlike Ethan, he knew nothing of wielding a sword or a gun.
“Help… help me, Doctor.”
Just then, a voice called out to him. Pressed tightly against the alley wall, Knox turned his head in the direction of the sound.
A middle-aged man was pinned beneath the rubble of a collapsed building.
Knox rushed to the man’s side.
“Are you alrigh—”
After clearing the debris pinning the man's lower body, Knox was momentarily at a loss for words.
Thin pieces of rebar were embedded in his lower body—and not just one or two. It seemed he couldn't even feel the pain anymore.
*There’s no hope.*
Knox’s mind went blank.
He couldn’t be saved. Another one. It had been like this for two whole days, ever since Brunel had fallen into chaos.
He couldn’t save anyone.
“Help me… please, help me.”
the man mumbled, his voice fading. Knox knelt in front of him.
The man was clearly dying. His eyes were already fluttering closed.
But Knox took the man’s blood-soaked hand and held it tight.
“I’m here to help.”
He didn’t want the man’s last memory to be of his desperate plea for help going unanswered.
“My daughter is waiting for me… Doctor, I can’t die like this. My little girl… I wonder if she’s safe…”
“Your daughter will be safe. I promise you.”
“This feels like… a terrible nightmare, Doctor. How did it come to this…? I… I tried to live a good life…”
“God knows you have. He knows you’ve lived a good life. This is all just a dream. So everything will be all right.”
“Haha… Thank… you… Th…ank… you…”
The man’s eyes slowly closed. Knox gritted his teeth.
The feeling of watching a life extinguish before his very eyes was devastating beyond words.
Was this karmic retribution for complaining that life was boring because everything always went his way? Even so, he had never, ever wished for something this extreme.
Knox released the hand of the man, whose breathing had stopped completely, and rose to his feet.
A wave of helplessness washed over him, brought on by the bleak reality.
*Grrr.*
Lost in despair, Knox was jolted back to his senses by the sound of a beast somewhere nearby.
He had lingered too long. He had to find cover before the monster arrived. He couldn’t afford to die so meaninglessly.
*CRRAAASH—!*
Just then, another tremendous crash echoed from the direction of the town square. It was the sound of the plaza’s statue collapsing.
That commotion, too, was undoubtedly the work of Cherry Sinclair and her catapult.
*What is she doing? What’s the point of throwing rocks? A noise that loud will only draw more monsters…*
Lost in thought for a moment, Knox soon cursed under his breath.
*Damn it. So that’s what this is about.*
Knox guessed that the two people at Happy House were likely Cherry and Ethan, though he couldn’t be certain. After all, the two of them had been inseparable the entire time they were in town.
*So they’re safe and sound, is that it?*
They were clearly making a racket in the town to draw the monsters away from the mansion. All to save their own skins.
*Damn them.*
Knox seethed at Cherry and Ethan’s selfishness, completely unaware that they had launched the projectile to save his life.
There seemed to be no other survivors in the town. At least, none that Knox could see.
Knox peeked out from the alley, surveying the street. Hiding wouldn’t solve anything. He had to escape this godforsaken town.
That was when a clock tower came into view.