Revenge After Death

"Don't be scared. We'll get out of here together," I softly coaxed Rachel.

"Let's go." Zion carried Rachel and stumbled forward.

"Follow me..."

I took the lead and slowly inched my way forward. I told Zion to stay close.

"Quinn? Are you okay..." Joel said as he checked on Quinn.

"She's hurt!" Eason said, panicking. "She got stabbed in her abdomen."

After briefly checking on Quinn in the dark, Eason got Joel to piggyback Quinn, who was on the verge of dying.

"Taylor, there's also Taylor."

Taylor was still at the same place.

They found their way to Taylor, picked up the stretcher, and slowly made their way ahead.

"Save me..."

Suddenly, a soft voice spoke, and a hand grabbed my ankles.

It was Yasmin.

I paused, then said grimly, "Without Michael around... Do you think any of us would still save you unconditionally? All these years, you've been exhausting our saving grace. It's about time for it to end." Yasmin's fingers were trembling, but her will to live allowed her to keep a firm grip on me.

"Did you think... that he sacrificed his life to push me out of the elevator for my sake? You're too naive, Stephany... He did it for Stephanie Carlson! How can a living person win over a dead person? That's the scariest part about Stephanie Carlson!

"I still have worth. I know Peter's secrets. Michael was worried that you wouldn't be able to uncover the truth, so he sacrificed himself so that I'd live—because I'm the only person

and kicked Yasmin's hand

obliged to save you. If you want to live,

her will to live enabled her to pick herself up. She pressed on her wound and clutched

"Steven..."

walked toward the

the sound stopped, and we started

us, and they were headed

I shouted out in a panic and continued

was a loud bang! Something fell from

"Steven!"

out to

wasn't answering, and my heart

felt to be worried and afraid. My

"I'm here."

feel helpless and afraid, a hand pulled me over

breath began to stabilize, and

"I can't... lose you."

what I felt at

could not bear to lose

be with

He must be hurt. Cones.net ispered.

belongs to .net W

SWI

up and down, sighing in relief when I realized