"Speaking of first kills, it reminds me of games. Gosh, I spent over a hundred grand on a game back then, but with one apocalypse, it all vanished."
"I couldn't tell, you must be loaded."
"Hehe, not really. The retirement funds of my two old folks at home were quite a lot. They used to be government officials. If they died, I could get quite a hefty funeral fee. Didn't expect an apocalypse, everything's gone. Isn't that infuriating?"
"That's really a pity."
They exchanged words quietly, their expressions very alert.
Gradually.
The two of them, shuttling through the alley, came to a stop.
"Did you hear something?"
"Sounds? I don't think so."
"No, it's that rustling sound."
Listening carefully, they paid close attention.
"Seems like... there might be."
"It's not 'might be', there really is something. Be careful, I feel something's not right."
Suddenly.
Whoosh whoosh!
The sound of something cutting through the air came.
