When the World Ends, She Begins novel Chapter 38

Elena stared at the bloodied wound, hesitating for a moment, but gritted her teeth and used a pair of pliers to pull out the nail. She then poured rubbing alcohol over it to disinfect the injury.

Owen winced so hard that tears streamed down his face.

They used up nearly all the medicine left in the apartment, and it took a while before he could finally grit his teeth and recount what had happened today.

Elena listened in disbelief.

Is there really a woman this fierce?!

Her eyes darted around before she tugged on his shirt and pouted like a spoiled kid. "What are we gonna do now? There's nothing left to eat at home!"

Owen impatiently shrugged her off, saying nothing. His face was grim.

Yesterday, three of his people were taken out on the 15th floor. Today, on the 14th floor, Natalie had wiped out eight more.

Now, fewer than ten people in the entire building could still follow his orders and even they were injured. Not only had they gained nothing, but this entire mess of wounded people couldn't even go scavenging for supplies.

He had to find another way.

Rubbing his temples, he let out a long, heavy sigh.

Meanwhile, the other residents wore grim, worried expressions—especially the two in Unit 801.

"Ughhhh! Why is Natalie so damn hard to kill?"

Tiffany, who had locked herself inside, had her fear slowly fade, replaced by pure rage.

Why though?!

It's one thing that Natalie was born into a good family and is beautiful—but now, with everyone else barely scraping by, she's living so well!

So many people had tried—and failed—to hurt her!

Why the hell should she get to live like this?!

Anger built up in Tiffany's chest, coiling tight like a spring, itching to explode.

"I'm going to kill her! I will kill her!"

Braxton looked at Tiffany, her hair a messy nest of dry straw and her expression gradually tipping toward madness, and couldn't help but frown.

"Now's not the time for this! We need to figure out how to get food first."

Tiffany tilted her head. "And how do you plan on doing that?"

Braxton lowered his eyes. "Tiffany, we need to survive first; only then can we think about the future."

Fifteenth floor.

Harold and Ghania exchanged uneasy glances.

After being attacked by neighbors yesterday, they had become extra cautious. So when they heard a ruckus of people storming upstairs this morning, smashing doors, they woke up in an instant.

They expected another harassment at their apartment, but when they opened the door, everyone was gathered on the 14th floor.

Seeing Natalie tearing through the crowd had the mother and son both jump in shock.

"Wow! This girl is seriously fierce," Ghania whispered, awe mingled with fear.

My unbeatable Natalie! Always winning every fight!

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