bookpower Chapter 102 - 102 The Desperation of a Man
Chapter 102 - 102 The Desperation of a Man
Chapter 102: Chapter 102 The Desperation of a Man
The nearest to building A was a red rubber dinghy filled with a pile of supplies.
A middle-aged couple and a little girl about six or seven years old sat on it.
The trio seemed well-equipped, all wearing raincoats, with the dinghy’s supplies covered in plastic tarp.
The hailstones ranged in size from as large as fists to as small as grains of rice, pelting down fiercely and relentlessly.
Just as they were nearing their own residential building, the man naturally didn’t think to take cover first, but instead instinctively paddled quickly toward the window of building B’s corridor.
The woman’s swift actions put the paddle aside, rapidly pulling her daughter to guard her tightly under her body, and then lifting the plastic cover to grab two unidentifiable objects to shield their own and her husband’s heads.
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“Bang!”
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
Just two seconds after paddling out, the rubber dinghy was already shrouded in a blinding white mess.
The dinghy had been punctured in several places, and icy cold water began to “gush gush gush” into it.
“Smack!”
“Smack!”
“Ow!”
“Hiss!”
The woman’s two arms suspended in mid-air were struck and, in pain, suddenly relaxed, dropping the protective items, as various sizes of hailstones rained heavily down on the couple’s heads.
To stop was to die, to keep paddling might offer a slim chance of survival.
The man, with blood streaming down his forehead, could only grit his teeth and continue paddling through the pain.
“Zhang Qi, Liu Fenglei, help us!” The man’s earlier composure was gone, he cried out in panic toward the 16th-floor corridor window.
Within a few seconds, the woman already laid limp atop her daughter, bloodied and motionless.
“Drip, drip.”
“Drip, drip.”
Blood-red liquid slid from her forehead to her neck and then along the edge of the raincoat, dripping drop by drop into the cabin.
She must have used her body to protect her daughter with all her might in the last moment of her life.
Seeing the malicious look in his eyes, the man’s pupils constricted, an ominous premonition flashing through his mind, but he still clung to his last shred of hope:
“Liu Fenglei, I beg you, help me.”
As he spoke, he dragged his daughter up with all his might:
His words of gratitude were cut off midway as he saw the other man draw a gleaming fruit knife, a cruel smirk spreading across his lips, speaking savagely:
“Now you know how to beg for help? Where were you when a dozen of us were kneeling before you, begging for shelter? Huh?!”
“Splurch!”
As Liu Fenglei spoke, the blade already pierced Xiao Yu’s heart, but he quickly withdrew it and stabbed toward the husband behind her.
“That’s right!” the others in the corridor echoed in unanimity.
“You—”
Before the man on the dinghy could finish speaking, he felt an icy, piercing pain in his neck.
His hands loosened, and his daughter’s body “plopped” into the water.
Then, he too slanted and fell in.
The water’s surface rapidly turned red.
“Hey, Liu Fenglei, why did you even kill Xiao Yu!” A man stepped forward fearfully, poking his head out of the window, and spoke with regret.
That little girl, before the apocalypse, had been classmates with his son.
During the mask era, she and his son had attended online classes together and shared several lunches at his home.
But to no avail, when they went to knock on door 2301, like always, no one answered.
Liu Fenglei glared at him fiercely, “Without parents, do you think a girl like that could survive in our current world? Besides, if you don’t cut the weeds, they’ll grow back in the spring!”
After he spoke, he turned around, a threatening look on his face to the crowd:
“The official boat is coming tomorrow, no one of you dare leak a word about today’s events!”
Having threatened everyone, he pocketed the fruit knife, leaped out the window, and tossed the woman’s body into the water as well.
Three new cadavers floated on the water outside the window of the 16th-floor corridor of building B in an instant.
Now, the hail outside had decreased considerably, only the size of peas.
Some of the supplies on the dinghy had slipped into the water, but some, secured in woven bags tied to the dinghy, dangled precariously.
“What are you morons standing around for? Come help me quick!”
The others who had been hiding in the corridor quickly got up, grabbed their fishing tools, and helped him salvage the about-to-sink rubber dinghy.
Liu Fenglei glanced at the floating corpse of the man, swam over, removed the golden watch from his wrist, and then, with purple lips, climbed back through the window.