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Chapter 14: One Last Straw

Author: meshairi
last update Last Updated: 2022-02-22 16:26:10
The screams of the woman who was mauled by the creeps inside the falling bus kept replaying in my mind. She was literally right behind me, and her hands were within my reach, but I was too slow to move.

Her daughter's eyes gazed at mine, and I could only pretend to look at the trees beside her. The way she looked and her non-stop sobs made me feel really anxious. The feeling of something blocking my airway came back in an instant.

The bus driver and a stranger with an undercut pixie went to her side. I wanted to go there and offer my condolences to her mother, but the guilt I was facing right then ate all of my strength from the inside. I couldn't seem to move at all, and my body just stuck to the ground.

A hand tapped my shoulder. It was Caite, and the first thing I noticed about her was the grey clothing strapped around her left arm.

"How's your burn?" I asked.

"Mildly painful, but I can manage," Caite replied lightly, touching it. "Ate Thilda helped me bandage it to prevent inf
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