The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 219

Arthur shot back, “If we don’t kill her, I guarantee we’ll be the next ones to die. Striking first is our only chance at survival.”

“But that’s still murder!” Cheryl refused to accept his logic.

“Fine. You don’t have to agree with me, but you can’t interfere with my plan.”

From his tone, it was clear Arthur was determined to go after Jessica.

“Arthur, we’ve known each other for a long time. I’m telling you, be careful,” Cheryl warned him. “If Jessica really did kill everyone on this ship, it means she’s incredibly powerful. Provoking her now is a suicide mission. And if she didn't, you’d be a murderer.”

Her words made Arthur laugh mockingly. “Cheryl, we’re on this ship, surrounded by death, and you’re talking to me about committing a crime?”

Cheryl frowned. “We’re only on this ship because you kidnapped Lindsay. Maybe you thought you were doing it for her own good, but if it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t be facing any of this.”

“So now you’re blaming me?” Arthur’s face hardened, his voice cold with displeasure.

Cheryl held up a hand to stop him. “Forget it, Arthur. Let’s not talk about this. It’s pointless. You think about what you want to do. I’m going to find Lindsay.”

With that, she turned and left.

She went to the galley and grabbed a few packs of instant noodles and some bottled water, though she had absolutely no appetite. The ship was filled with bodies, and a faint stench of decay hung in the air. While she wasn’t afraid of ghosts, human corpses were another matter. One was bad enough, but an entire ship full of them was an assault on both her sight and her sense of smell.

The man let out a blood-curdling scream, shoved Cheryl aside, and scrambled out of the room. Spurred by his panic, the other three men fled in terror.

Only Logan remained. He was sitting on the floor in a daze, his eyes wide but completely vacant, as if he were staring into nothingness.

“Hey? Say something,” Cheryl said, gently pushing his shoulder. But his body just toppled over. At that moment, blood began to trickle from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. The sight of him bleeding out with his eyes wide open was utterly horrifying.

Cheryl’s face went pale. She stumbled backward, her gaze fixed in horror on Logan as she watched him bleed out. The blood pooled around him, staining the floor, and the air filled with the metallic tang of blood mixed with the foul stench of decay. It was sickening.

“Ugh…” Cheryl gagged and then turned and ran, feeling a primal fear she had never known before.