John Miller quickly led the two to the second dwelling. Before they even reached the door, they could hear stifled sobs and pleas for mercy from within.
"See? I told you this guy was useless. He pisses his pants at the sight of us from the Tiger Squad, then turns around and takes it out on his wife and daughter. A guy like this couldn't even get his hands on fresh shit, let alone tree roots." John Miller chuckled. "Come on, let's go play hero."
Ethan Dawson and Quincy exchanged a look. They didn't share John Miller's twisted sense of humor. Listening to the crying and cursing from inside, the two silently followed him.
"Busy, are we?" John Miller kicked open the rickety wooden door and strode inside, cleaver in hand. Quinn Zane, who had been punching and kicking his wife and daughter, saw John Miller and froze, the hand he'd raised to strike halting in mid-air.
"Mr. Miller, y-you, what are you doing here?"
