Abigail’s Second Life (Abigail and Sean)
Chapter 784 Self-Rescue

Martin leaned over to her and took a look. "Cook me a meal. It's okay to eat Siverdian cuisine for a few meals, but how can I eat it for a few days in a row?"

It's either hamburgers or beef pasta, and Martin had eaten them all.

"Okay." Abigail smiled.

The feeling of stealing a bite made her feel awesome.

She made extra and prepared a portion for Andrew as well.

And so, it went on for almost a week.

Late at night, there was a "bang" of gunfire, startling Abigail awake from her sleep and even causing Larry to cry in fear.

Abigail comforted him and, in a panic, quickly opened the window and crawled under the bed with Larry.

Soon, the sound of gunfire outside began.

In the chaos, there were screams and cries, and Abigail tightly covered Larry's ears.

With a muffled bang, the door of her room was kicked open.

Abigail saw that the bed was hollowed out. She quietly grabbed the iron frame under the bed, pressed Larry tightly against her body, and stuck him to the bed board. Fortunately, she had trained with Simond. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to hold on.

"They escaped through the window," someone whispered.

But they were still not at ease. They lifted the bed and checked the cabinets, making sure there was no one before leaving.

Abigail didn't know what happened to Martin and Andrew in the next room. Her heart was pounding. She covered Larry's mouth, afraid to make a sound.

Outside, the footsteps were still chaotic. The gunfire was deafening, and it was extremely terrifying.

Time passed slowly.

The gunfire that had lasted for two hours gradually ceased, and people were talking softly and laughing.

Abigail didn't know what was going on. She remained curled up under the bed, her body trembling violently.

As dawn approached, Abigail was so exhausted that she could hardly keep her eyes open, but the occasional footsteps outside had not stopped.

Just when she couldn't hold on any longer, the bedsheet was suddenly lifted.

A strange, fair-skinned man holding a gun looked at her.

Abigail's eyes widened as she looked at the man, her body limp.

"Come out!" the man spoke in fluent Aktani.

As Abigail came out, the man looked at her with malice, then looked at the child in her arms and said to the others outside, "There's a woman here. She could be used to suppress Simond, right?" "A woman from the Simpson Family who hasn't been killed should be useful. Oh, and there's a child too," another man who entered said to the man.

Abigail tensed up, holding Larry tightly, and covered his mouth. She was afraid that he would cry and be shot.

Taken to Martin and Andrew's room, she saw the two of them tied together. There was a large gash on Martin's forehead, and Andrew was shot in the shoulder. There was blood on the floor. Abigail was tied to the bed with Larry beside her.

The three of them were locked in the room, their eyes filled with despair.

"Rest first." Abigail's eyes were bloodshot. Feeling the pain in her eyes, she blinked hard, forcing out some tears to feel a little better.

Andrew looked at her and asked, "Can you sleep?"

"If I don't sleep, how can I run?" Abigail whispered.

Martin let out a sigh. "I knocked out all the guys who rushed in. I was planning to run out, but guess what? The outside is full of armed men. We can't fly even if we have wings!" "We are really unlucky," Abigail whispered.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door from outside. "Shut up, or I'll kill you!"

The three immediately fell silent.

Abigail's legs were still able to move. She dipped her toe in blood and wrote on the ground, 'Rest first. Think of a way after resting.'

Andrew listened to her. As he was truly exhausted and weakened by the loss of blood, he could no longer stay awake.

While Andrew drifted off to sleep, Martin remained wide awake, whispering to Abigail, "Our luck seems to have run out. Being alive feels like a curse."

Abigail empathized with his sentiments.

Despite their ages, they had been enjoying a few peaceful months before running into this band of outlaws.

Lost in thought, Abigail eventually succumbed to sleep.

Abruptly, the door swung open with a loud bang, jolting Abigail and Martin awake.

A figure appeared, offering three pieces of bread. One was placed in Abigail's mouth, while the other two were handed to Andrew and Martin.

After distributing the bread, the figure departed.

Abigail was speechless, slowly nibbling on her portion before accidentally dropping it to the ground.

Larry, already famished, was on the brink of tears once again.

"Don't cry. We'll have more food soon," Abigail reassured him, eyeing the fallen bread.

Andrew nibbled on his bread, then conferred with Martin before inching closer to Abigail.

Andrew wanted to give his bread to Abigail, but she paused for a moment before telling him, "Let Larry have it."

He tilted his head.

Larry ate slowly, causing Andrew to strain his neck.

Midway through the meal, Larry could eat no more. He burped and flashed a smile at Abigail.

In that moment, ignorance truly was bliss.

Even on the brink of death, Larry managed to smile.

Abigail gestured for Andrew to finish the remaining half of the bread.

They took turns feeding each other until all four of them were satiated.

After a brief rest, Abigail felt a surge of energy.

She subtly indicated the broken glass on the floor with her eyes, prompting Andrew to understand her intention.

They cautiously approached the glass, with Andrew exerting all his strength to retrieve a shard. He discreetly concealed it and, alongside Martin, returned to their original positions.