Revenge After Death



Maybe because I was too exhausted, I passed out in a blur.

I didn't know how much time had passed before Steven woke me up for breakfast.

"Is it daytime?" I opened my eyes and stretched as I looked at the sun rising over the ocean. "Did you not get any sleep? I'll keep watch. Go ahead and rest for a bit more."

He shook his head. "Let's go get breakfast."

Food was now limited. We had to go eat.

I nodded and woke Yara.

The young girl rubbed her eyes and sat up. "Mr. Steven, Ms. Stephy, I saw a kid on the lowest deck of the ship yesterday. He was so young-maybe around three or four years old. He was running around the place barefoot. It didn't look like he had any parents either..."

I looked at her in surprise. "That's impossible... There aren't any kids onboard other than you."

The police couldn't have been wrong. There weren't any minors on the cruise except for Yara. All of them had been transported off of the ship.

"But I really saw a kid yesterday. He was playing with a ball on the lowest deck. I think there were more of them, but I only saw one. I wanted to go down and check, but I got scared. It was too dark."

Yara didn't look like she was lying.

I glanced toward Steven, but he didn't say anything.

"We'll go take a look later." I wanted to check if it was true.

Logically speaking, there shouldn't still be children on board. Moreover, the lowest deck of the cruise was

a restricted area equipped with guards. Tourists weren't allowed to enter.

Why would there be kids down there?

"Please be careful, Ms. Stephy. The men guarding the place are terrible people. I saw them hit people," Yara said softly.

I nodded before getting out of bed to wash up.

The man that I rescued had also woken up. He sat up and peered cautiously at the deck above from the balcony. There was no one there.

"I suppose the killing has ceased." He then continued to introduce himself nervously, "My name is Maverick Collins. I'm a doctor, so perhaps I'd be of use to all of you. I no longer have any friends or family. Could I stay with you guys?

"I don't know how, but they've secured a master key to the standard rooms. The rooms below the 14th floor aren't safe anymore since they have access to all the rooms..."

Since those lunatics weren't able to open our doors, only the VIP deck was safe after nightfall. It'd be somewhat cruel of us to not take him in after his explanation.

I looked at Steven. These decisions were made by him.

"I still have three male friends in another room. You could probably bunk with them." To my surprise, he agreed to let Maverick stay.

For some reason, I felt like there was a mischievous glint in his eyes. I wasn't sure what was going through his head, though.

Maverick was overjoyed. He nodded hurriedly and said, "Thank you, thank you so much. You're all good people. You'll be rewarded for your kindness."

I didn't say anything. I was used to adulations like these.

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"Fucking hell. What happened last night? Why does it smell so heavily of blood?" Joel complained in the hallway.

I looked at him quizzically. Did he not hear anything throughout that huge commotion last night? Eason glanced around alertly. "Have they started killing people?"

Steven nodded.

"This is Maverick Collins. His entire family was killed and now he has nowhere to go. Let him stay with the two of you." He introduced Maverick to the rest.

Eason looked at the handcuffed killer in the room. "Sure, we'll just squeeze a bit I guess."

"Yara said there's a kid on the bottom deck. They looked about three or four years old." I suddenly recalled Yara's words.

Frankly speaking, I was oddly interested in the bottom deck since I first boarded the cruise. Weirdly, I kept feeling drawn to it.