Wang rushes to the door seeing that several police hit his dog using their batons.
“No—,” he laments and he uses his foot kicking to the ground to run.
The police raise their batons up to the sky and smash down to his dog heavily.
“Please!” he yells out using his last strength.
The police twist their waist and kick his dog.
“Piers!” he shouts, roars, cries.
“No! Stop!” he jumps to his dog and covers on it to protect it.
“Piers!” he looks at his dog but he cannot see it clearly. Lacking of energy makes him dizzy and faint.
However, he only sees mess blood and red meat loaf on the ground. He widens his eyes, the eyeballs almost fall out. He stares, stares, and stares at his dog, the pulpy meat on the ground. Tears fall down to the ground directly without touching his face, just several tears. He cannot believe that, never. “This must be a dream,” he smiles and no longer moves. He dries up, dries up his whole body.
“He smiled!” a little girl says to her friends several days later.
“He was so scaring. He seemed that he only had bone like a skull,” the girl waves her arms, “and he didn’t move at all. Maybe he was dead!”
“He was defiantly dead, I saw one person dead before,” a boy shouts