Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford )
Chapter 531

Chapter 531

"Let me see!" I said through gritted teeth.

Despite everything, I couldn't do anything about it.

Just as I was inspecting his wound, he picked me up with one arm and walked toward the bed. The VIP room was excellent. It was a large suite equipped with a view of the sea.

With this environment and the view... If it weren't for the Rebels taking over the cruise outside, I'd actually think I was on vacation.

"Where are they taking the cruise?" I was slightly curious.

"They're probably headed toward war zones. There are flight restrictions, and it'll be hard to launch a rescue operation by sea." Holding me in his arms, Steven continued softly, "Stephie... they have a limited food supply. With so many people on board... I don't think it'll last very long."

"It's okay. The rations that we hid beforehand are more than enough for us," I replied gently.

"Stephie... you need to understand the horrifying reality of human nature. This is essentially like the end of the world... This cruise is a simulation of the world before it ends.

"When that happens, you'll witness the worst of humanity. The strong will prey on the weak... They might even become cannibals."

I had heard many stories like this. This was the open sea. We were above deep waters with no freshwater nor aid. It would surely bring out the worst in people.

Everyone was still calm only because there was still food to go around. Soon... that might not be the case anymore.

"If we're stocking up on rations, there'll definitely be others who are stocking up on weapons. The ones without either won't be able to defend themselves, and they'll end up becoming rations for those who are stronger."

That was the reality.

Steven held me and whispered, "You need to stay close to me, Stephie. Just like how Yasmin sticks to Michael, okay?"

I rolled my eyes and glared at him. "Don't just blindly make comparisons like that. Why would you bring them up? It ruins the mood."

Laughing, he held me closer. "I'm sorry. Sorry, Stephie..."

"What did you do wrong?"

He shook his head. "I have no clue... but I'm sorry."

"Steven Lincoln..." I sighed, feeling increasingly drowsy. "Hold me tight... I want to take a nap."

"Okay."

Then, I fell asleep.

I had an unusually good rest while being held in his arms.

However, it became extremely dark later on in the night. The deep sea seemed to have transformed into a horrifying beast.

The darkness seemed like an endless void.

A piercing scream echoed in the hallway outside.

I felt too unsettled to continue sleeping. When I woke up, Steven wasn't in the room. I got up frantically and wiped the sweat off of my forehead. "Steven..."

I got off the bed and carefully checked the bathroom. He wasn't there. I opened the door to the room and looked outside. All of a sudden, a man covered in blood ran past in a state of panic.

"Help! Murder... Murder!"

I watched as he fell onto the floor. His hand was bandaged.

"What happened?" I asked.

The man got up and tried to seek shelter in my room.

I stopped him with a frown.

I wasn't a saint. In a situation like that, I didn't trust anyone.

He stared fearfully at the end of the hallway, knocking on the door in tears. I locked the door with a chain so that he couldn't enter.

He begged, "Please let me in. They're killing people. There's a group of them... They're going after people with injured hands like me."

My heart sank. The Rebels had narrowed down the whereabouts of Crowdstar's president to within 300 people-the ones who had injuries on their palms and couldn't go through identification.

"Aren't they supposed to keep them alive?" I furrowed my brows in confusion.

"In order to obtain the right to leave this ship, these people are hunting down each and every one of us. Then, they torture us and force us to admit that we're the president."