Revenge After Death



Yasmin seemed to have seen this coming too. The rain poured down, and the violent waves splashed onto the deck. Her entire body was drenched, and she was shivering from the cold. She slowly walked down the deck and curled up in a corner.

No one was going to protect or help her anymore.

Looking back, she had no idea what she did wrong. She was still jealous. She wouldn't regret her actions even if she were on her deathbed.

Some people were just born bad apples. They'd stop at nothing until they died.

In the room, Eason and Zion found something to eat. Food was scarce nowadays. Before this, there was no form of rationing. Hence, the reserves on board were more or less emptied. The remaining was guarded by the Rebels, so they'd be difficult to get to.

Joel found some lollipops and milk for Ashton and Xandra.

Xandra stared at the lollipop before asking carefully, "Ashton... Is this what we saw on TV? It looks yummy."

Ashton rubbed her head. "Eat up."

For the last five years, the pair only had each other to rely on as they lived in a real-life rendition of The Truman Show.

They didn't have any toys, snacks, or even the accompaniment of their parents like other children did. Since birth, they had been experimental subjects placed under watch in a glass cage.

I cast them both a look of sympathy before bringing them into the room.

"The Rebels' stand is clear. The game will only end if the president of Crowdstar Group is found. If not, people will continue to die." Zion sat on the couch.

He continued, "At this point, we don't even need to go after each other. If the president doesn't reveal himself soon, we'll all end up dead when we run out of food and water."

At the moment, everyone was living in dread.

Xandra rubbed her bloodshot eyes in fear. At the side, Dayton shot her a glance. Subsequently, he took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders. She froze for a moment before lowering her head wordlessly.

"The amount of food left on the cruise is dwindling..." The voice rang out from the speakers once again." From now onward, there'll be a change of rules. If you want to eat, you'll need to pay for it."

I turned to look at the balcony and froze.

"The killer escaped!" I yanked on Zion's arm.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Stan, who'd been locked in the room this entire time, had managed to break free from the cuffs without us knowing.

Upon realizing this, Eason and Zion ran over to check. There were bloodstains on the cuffs. It looked like he'd been rubbing on them for quite some time before he managed to open the cuffs.

"Asshole! All this lunatic knows how to do is add to the mess," Zion spat.

Eason frowned and looked at Joel. "We'll go get him back."

"Now that everyone is living in fear, he probably won't be in the mood to go around killing people. With so many killers on board, murder isn't anything out of the ordinary anymore.

"Since he's such a sucker for mysteries, he probably went looking for the culprit of Huma's serial killings. "Joel shook his head.

"For now, our priority should be securing food and water. Steven bought us some time by surrendering himself to the Rebels. We need to make sure we stay alive until help arrives." I looked at Eason and the

rest.

Everyone agreed with what I said, and we went to get food together.

Upon reaching the dining area, everyone became extremely worked up.

A slice of bread was a hundred thousand dollars while a bottle of water cost 130 grand. This was actual money we were talking about.

The Rebels were collecting money from us indirectly. Genome Society needed funds, and so did they. "This is mad. They're actually mad!" Zion snapped angrily.

Eason was fuming as well. "The money I've earned from years of work isn't even enough for a bottle of water."

Joel shrugged in resignation. "I'm just a high schooler. I don't have any money either."

We all looked at each other. This wasn't about how much money we had the prices were absurd.

"I have enough. I'll make it my treat." Xandra offered.

"It's okay, I'll do it." Dayton stepped in front of her. "Save your money for your own use." He was being quite the gentleman.