Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford )
Chapter 387

"15..." The eerie voice continued its countdown, mechanical and unsettlingly eerie. Suddenly, Carol went berserk, staring at the end of the hallway in terror. "Simmy..."

She broke free from Quinn's grip, running uncontrollably toward the end of the hallway. Joel was stunned. Then, he chased after Carol without much thought.

"Steve..."

Everyone dashed down the hallway, desperate to survive, like there was a way out at the end.

Steven glanced back at me, reaching for my wrist. But, the crowd pushed between us and we got separated.

At that moment, the windowless hallway suddenly went dark, plunging into pitch-blackness.

Meanwhile, the mechanical countdown began its final numbers. "10, 9..."

I stood frozen in place.

"Steve..." I yelled Steven's name in a panic, but with all the frantic people running around, my voice just got drowned out.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed onto my wrist in the pitch-black darkness. Then, I was pulled into a quiet corner.

I leaned against the wall, scared, breathing heavily. "Steve?"

His grip on my fingers tightened slightly, and I could sense his anger.

"Are you dumb?" he spoke in a hushed tone, wrapping me in his arms.

My body stiffened instantly. It was Michael.

I was about to call out his name. But, he covered my mouth.

Michael wrapped his arms around me from behind, whispering, "Don't scream... Listen, Yasmin and Steven are sketchy. Everyone around you might be sketchy too... But I won't hurt you." He wanted me to get it. Everybody was just putting on an act, telling lies, playing a part.

He was the only one keeping it real. He wouldn't harm me.

I bit him, and he finally released his grip. "You might be the killer too..." I muttered angrily.

In the darkness, I had no clue where we were. But, the countdown kept ticking away.

I was scared and just wanted to replace Steven. "Steve..."

As death approached, all I could think about was about replaceing him.

Even I was taken aback by this thought.

Michael was clearly pissed off. He held onto me tightly, his jealousy evident as he pulled me close and spoke in hushed tone, "This is the vent room. There are no windows on this floor. We need to rely on these vents for air. It's safe here. But if you go in now... you'll die."

"5, 4, 3..." As the countdown neared its end

Stuthe sounds of people

, crying, and bangingel.net

around inside grew louder.

"1... carbon monoxide released."

The air was filled with the sound of gas being released, mixed with the cries of many people.

I struggled to push Michael away. "Let go of me! Steve's still inside."

Joel, Steven, and Carol, they were all still inside.

Holding me tightly, Michael said with a hoarse voice, "There are many vents in the building. He won't die...

"Stephanie, how do I make you believe me? It's only me... who really cares about you.

"They're all using you, just acting their parts. Steven won't die. He's the mastermind of this game."

As the gas began to seep in, Michael held me tightly in his arms, making sure I had the only vent, providing me with fresh air. He was basically giving me his life.

Even though we had a vent, I still felt dizzy and nauseous. What kind of hell awaited inside?

"Steve..." I struggled to get out. But, my legs gave out, and I fell to the ground.