Meanwhile, on the middle floor of the yacht.
Zoey ran, firing shots back at the number of men chasing after her. She had been hearing shots after shots. She was nearly deafened by the sound of it.
However, she must survive this, no matter what. Hence, she would shoot without a second's hesitation. Because if she didn't, they'd riddle her body with bullets.
Still, Zoey found herself going back to the lower floor of this yacht. She had run around on this floor, and couldn't find Matthew.
'Damn…' Zoey cursed internally, blinking her eyes forcefully to have a clearer vision. Her sight had been blurring the longer this war proceeded.
Although she had bandaged her wounds, fighting didn't help from forcing blood from oozing on them. She was losing too much blood, but due to adrenaline rush, she fought fiercely.
*BANG BANG*
