He was thin, almost skeletal.
The hands holding the Wood Carving were just dry skin wrapped around bone, but you could still see the thick calluses on his fingertips.
"No one told me. I guessed,"
Nina Jacobs said.
"The Wooden Wheel Car... It's true, those bastards tricked me into making it."
Ethan Chase pounded his numb legs and spoke with hatred.
"Quick, tell me, what happened outside?
Those stinking men who got locked in here were all like dead fish with bloodshot eyes.
I bet they didn't do anything good when they got out."
"Chase..."
"Almost everyone outside is dead."
Irwing answered.
"What?!"
Startled, Ethan Chase began to cough violently.
"The Whites are all dead."
Nina Jacobs added.
Ethan Chase's expression grew complex once more.
"You reap what you sow. You reap what you sow!"
He sighed deeply.
"Can you get me out of here?
I don't want to die in Whittaker Town. Even if I have to die, I want to die outside!"
Ethan Chase asked, his voice trembling.
