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 gunfire

Time passed slowly.

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

what was going on. She remained curled up under the bed, her

keep her eyes open, but the occasional footsteps outside had not

she couldn't hold on any longer, the bedsheet was suddenly

fair-skinned man holding a gun looked at

widened as she looked at the

man spoke in

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

his mouth. She was afraid

room, she saw the two of them tied together. There was a large gash on Martin's forehead, and Andrew was

of them were locked in the room,

first." Abigail's eyes were bloodshot. Feeling the pain in her eyes, she blinked hard, forcing out

and asked,

sleep, how can I

to run out, but guess what? The

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

immediately fell

were still able to move. She dipped her toe in blood and wrote

weakened by the loss of blood, he could no

Abigail, "Our luck seems to have run

empathized with

a few

thought, Abigail

with a loud bang,