Anyone who aimed a gun at Ray was an enemy. To grant them mercy would be pure foolishness.

Ray never denied he had a weakness for women, but in this apocalypse, survival came first. Enjoyment was secondary, far down the list.

Steel rods flew again, their target: Silvan.

Ray hadn't forgotten his mission's true objective, and he would give Silvan no moment's respite.

Silvan was powerless to counter. Every ounce of his ability had been exhausted. He managed a bitter, pained smile.

"Who… are yo