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 was

Time passed slowly.

for two hours gradually

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

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

on any longer, the bedsheet

fair-skinned man holding a gun looked at

eyes widened as she looked

man

looked at 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 a child too," another man who entered

mouth. She was

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

of them were locked in the room, their eyes

Abigail's eyes were bloodshot. Feeling the pain in her eyes, she blinked hard, forcing out some tears to feel a

her and asked, "Can you

sleep, how can I run?" Abigail

out, but guess what?

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

immediately

in blood and wrote on the ground,

weakened by the loss of blood,

remained wide awake, whispering to Abigail, "Our luck seems to have run out. Being alive feels like

empathized with his

they had been enjoying a few peaceful

thought, Abigail

a loud bang, jolting