Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford )
Chapter 532

Chapter 532

The man outside was crying as he begged to be let in.

Just then, I heard footsteps. Someone was approaching our direction while laughing. "I found one... Looks like someone slipped away."

The gang of people grouped up and headed this way. They looked like a bunch of hooligans. Some held golf clubs in their hands while others held metal rods.

The man at my door sobbed in fear. He got on his knees, desperately begging me to open the door. Worried that something might've happened to Steven, my chest tightened. I opened the door and pulled the man inside before the group could get to him.

A club hit the door just as I hastily fastened the lock. Subsequently, they began smashing on the door as if they were rabid. This was the dark side of human nature.

Suddenly, a cry was heard from outside the window. Someone was thrown off the deck. Their body hit the water with a loud splash before they sank into the depths.

I swiftly walked over to look outside. A group of lunatics was throwing people off-board from the deck. "Their hands aren't injured, though," I questioned with a frown.

The man that I rescued was trembling as he hid in a corner. "They called it the Cutback. Food and water are limited. The more people that are alive.... the more resources will be wasted... Controlling the number of people onboard will buy more time..."

I felt a chill run down my back.

It was horrifying.

No wonder Steven called this a simulation of the world before it ended.

I took a deep breath. I grabbed the knife from under my pillow and clutched it in my hand. "I need to go out for a while. Keep yourself safe."

The man shook his head frantically. "Don't go, don't go... They've gone mad from killing. Their leader established a rule-they kill at night and clean up before dawn. Don't go out when the sky is still dark."

"My husband is out there," I said solemnly.

"Don't I go. They're all dead, everyone outside is dead," he cried out, shaking his head.

The sound of bodies being thrown off the deck was heard again, and there was the sight of blood streaming downward. Blood splattered on my face as I stood on the balcony.

Steven couldn't be dead.

I turned around and marched determinedly toward the door.

"No!"

I had underestimated the man's will to survive. He picked up a vase and looked at me threateningly.

"You can't open that door. They're waiting outside. As soon as you open it, they'll rush in. I can't let you take that risk."

Then, he locked the door from the inside right in front of my face.

There was a beeping noise. Someone was trying to access the room via the key, but they couldn't get the

door to open. I held my breath anxiously.

"Stephie?" Steven's voice rang out from the other side.

I let out a breath of relief and started to unlock the door.

"Don't open it!" The man I saved, however, insisted on keeping it shut.

"Stephie! Who is inside?" Steven asked cautiously.

A commotion could be heard outside. "There's another one!"

I heard a lot of people charging in his direction, but the man beside me refused to let me open the door. My gaze sharpened. I grabbed his head and rammed it against the door, knocking him unconscious. Then, I opened the door and pulled Steven inside before the group of people caught up to him.

There was blood on his body, and he had pulled a teenage girl into the room with him.

He said innocently, "We forgot about her... We left her with Jimmy when we left. When the killing started an hour ago, he came to me and told me she'd run off."

There was blood on the young girl's face. She sat on the floor trembling while hugging her knees. "So many... people died."