The woman's voice was cold and sharp as she said, "If you want to eat, then go kill zombies yourself. All you know is how to eat and complain—what good are you, really?"
The moment the young man heard her words, he was enraged. He stood up and stormed toward her.
Seeing him walking over, the woman knew exactly what he intended—to beat her again like he always did.
In the past, she might have cowered, too afraid to fight back. But that was before she lived through hell, before she killed those men and zombies. Now, fear no longer had a place in her heart.
Before her brother could reach her, she was already on her feet. Her grip tightened around the iron rod in her hand as she watched him raise his arm.
"You bitch! How dare you talk back to me with that attitude? Are you tired of living?" he shouted.
Thud! Crack!
As his hand came down, she swung the iron rod with all her strength. The sound of bones breaking echoed in their ears.
