C41 Bitter Struggle

Now.

A few of them even fell to the ground. The father and son of the second group, the one who was fifteen or sixteen years old, buried his head in his father's chest, sobbing, not daring to look outside. His father was hugging his shoulder, his eyes dazed and numb, and the other was pulling on the finger of the Corpse Pushing Rod, which was trembling slightly.

I looked around anxiously