A white pickup truck is speeding rapidly down the road, driven by the coyote, with the freckled girl Olivia sitting in the front passenger seat.
Anna and Gao Zhiming are seated in the back, moving away from the center of the previous battlefield.
As the truck's wheels rolled over a small pebble on the road, Gao Zhiming, who was resting his head on Anna's thigh, suddenly twitched.
Anna glanced down at him, gently stroking his tear-stained cheek with her hand.
Through all the previous chaos, Gao Zhiming had gritted his teeth and held on without falling behind.
But when calm returned, the dismembered bodies, the blood-sucking monsters, and the screams of those dying tortured Gao Zhiming's emotions nearly to the breaking point.
Looking at Gao Zhiming's instinctively curled fetal position, a trace of heartbreak welled up in Anna's heart.
No matter how many people he might kill in the future, he's still just a nine-year-old child now; it's too early for him.
