Every bullet managed to pierce through the barrier and strike the snake's hard, thick-scaled skin, wounding it, but given its massive size, the pain felt no more than an ant bite on a human hand.
All the men fought with their available weapons, hoping to take it down. Their breaths were heavy with effort, and relief washed over them as they realized the massive snake could not come any closer.
"Stop, we should not waste our bullets and strength!" Michael yelled to his men, his voice sharp and furious at the sight of the infected mutant snake monster. Having been ordered by their leader, they obeyed without a second of hesitation.
"Go, quickly help the injured!"
"Hurry, help my brother! His hand was bitten by a mutant monster!" A hurried, desperate scream rang out as the man struggled to lift someone from the back of the car to the ground.
Seeing their brother lying motionless, the men crowded around him, voices overlapping in frantic confusion over what to do.
