He was a doctor, the only thing he ever used that might count as a weapon was a scalpel, Buscalo had never used a gun. Although he knew pulling the trigger could shoot, even aiming was difficult for him.
His bloated body slowly came to a stop. Buscalo stood dumbly under the pouring rain, and then he began to cry loudly.
He didn't have the strength to run, nor did he possess any strong will. He couldn't even fire a gun. Everything was just a momentary burst of anger, but after the anger faded, Buscalo deeply realized his powerlessness and failure.
In this moment of crisis, he couldn't save his wife... he couldn't even save himself.
"I'm such a failure..."
A vast sense of helplessness swallowed Buscalo, the more he recalled, the more he suffered.
