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.

still chaotic. The gunfire was deafening,

Time passed slowly.

that had lasted for two hours gradually ceased, and

know what was going on. She remained

Abigail was so exhausted that she could hardly keep her eyes open, but the

hold on any longer, the bedsheet

strange, fair-skinned man holding a gun looked at

as she looked

the man spoke in fluent

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

and covered his mouth. She was

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

locked in the room, their

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

looked at her and asked,

I don't sleep, how can

I was planning to run out, but guess what? The outside is full of armed men. We can't fly even if we have wings!" "We are really unlucky,"

a knock on the door from outside. "Shut

immediately

move. She dipped her toe in blood and wrote on the ground, 'Rest first. Think of a way after

truly exhausted and weakened by the loss

to sleep, Martin remained wide awake, whispering to Abigail, "Our luck seems to have run out. Being

empathized with

enjoying a few peaceful months before running into this band of

thought, Abigail eventually

a loud bang, jolting Abigail and Martin