Revenge After Death

I regained my senses and walked over.

After going through the hole, I could see the entire floor covered with bodies of savage dogs.

These dogs... had to have been there to tear us to shreds. But why were they all dead? Unable to stand the stench of blood, someone climbed out of the hole and threw up.

"There's a switch here. Once the timer is up, the door would open. Then, these starved, savage dogs would rush out and bite everything they see." Eason glanced at the mechanism. The wall wouldve open when it was time.

"How are they dead?" Zion was confused.

"Someone killed them." He analyzed the bodies on the floor and their knife wounds. "It's hard to imagine that this was done by one person."

Twenty plus dogs in a room were all killed by a singular person.

That person was even scarier than these dogs.

"It's Steve..." My voice was trembling slightly. I kneeled down on the floor and retrieved a piece of cloth from one of the dead dog's mouth.

It's the same uniform they were wearing. Who else could it be if not him?

He's not the killer....

He left before us to deal with the dangers and obstacles ahead.

"That lunatic... did he make his way to the first floor alone?" Joel said in disdain.

"Is he planning to find the guy before we all get killed?" Eason furrowed his brows. "He's definitely hurt. We can't let him move alone, we need to find him immediately!"

"There's a marking here!" Quinn found an arrow drawn from blood in a corner.

gonna die, I won't let you die.

at the blood on the floor.

I asked Steven when I first

"Will we die here?"

stared at me with determination and said

"Stephie... I won't let you

forward even

"Countdown: 10, 9, 8..."

eerie voice rang out

"3, 2, 1..."

the wall opened as

that were supposed to run

"The person behind all of this isn't that smart

Steve's clues," Eason told us

seeing how I'm glued to the

Content to

need to care about her," She said.

didn't move an inch. Quinn and Carol wanted to tug me, but gave up

"Stephie?" Rachel called.

right..." I shook

on the wall. Besides, a lot

you left behind clues, they wouldn't be accurate. Steven wouldn't make a mistake

marched over and looked at the

arrow was made of blood. It was sticky and wasn't fully dried. Someone had drew it on when we

helping us solve problems, but someone among us was