Abigail’s Second Life

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.

the footsteps were still chaotic. The gunfire

Time passed slowly.

hours gradually

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

she could hardly keep her eyes open, but the occasional footsteps

when she couldn't hold on any

man holding a gun looked at

as she looked at

man spoke in

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

his mouth. She was afraid that he

them tied together. There was a large gash on Martin's forehead, and Andrew was shot in the shoulder. There was blood on

of them were locked in the

were bloodshot. Feeling the pain in her eyes, she blinked hard, forcing out

at her and asked,

don't sleep, how

let out a sigh. "I knocked out all the guys who rushed in. I was planning to run out, but guess what?

knock on the door from outside. "Shut up, or

three immediately

She dipped her toe in blood and wrote on the

exhausted and weakened by the loss of blood,

drifted off to sleep, Martin remained wide awake, whispering to Abigail,

empathized with

a few peaceful months

Abigail eventually succumbed

door swung open with a