Meanwhile, on the upper deck where Ivan and Zion were present...
Ivan had his back against the wall, not moving or making a sound. Gunshots and screaming from the lower deck had reached the upper deck.
Hence, the partying elites had scattered around. Since they were in the middle of the ocean, people were just running around to safety.
He had witnessed others riding a lifeboat to save their own life and a few circles of friends. Still, no one cared about people they didn't care about.
Humans would always show their selfishness in times like this. Still, this chaos had granted them the opportunity to move at their own discretion.
"What's the situation on the lower deck?" Ivan whispered through his earpiece, peeking on the end of the stairs to see if an enemy was there.
"Sir, the lower deck mostly consist of —"
*BANG*
