All Chapters of Surviving the World to Escape Him: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

HELENA I could hear them, hundreds of voices calling my name. Some were crying, some were praying and others were simply standing in silence, staring at me as if I was something they had never seen before. I opened my eyes. There was no ground beneath my feet. No walls, no palace, only darkness.Then I looked ahead, they were there. the people who had died. Hundreds of them stood before me, staring back. I recognised some of their faces. Maids, guards, servants all people I had seen in the palace and people I had never met. There in front of them all stood the Queen Dowager.She looked exactly as she did before she was incapacitated. Except now she was looking at me. I tried to speak but no words came out. Then she stepped forward. “Helena.” My heart stopped. I knew that voice, I heard it in the palace, I heard it when she ordered people to hurt me. I heard it when she tried to destroy me.But there was something different about it now. She was afraid. The Queen Dowager was afraid of

KING The bells had stopped ringing. I stood at the palace entrance watching the guards running from one side of the courtyard to the other. Nobody knew what to do anymore. Orders were being shouted, but nobody seemed to know who to listen to. then the first scream came from outside. “They are here!”My heart stopped. I didn’t ask who, I didn’t need to, I knew the dead had reached the palace. father’s mess was not as great; mine was greater than anything in the history of this kingdom. My mess had brought the dead to my door.I stepped forward and the moment I saw them, my legs almost gave out. Hundreds of them with my mother leading. She just couldn’t stay dead, could she? They were walking through the palace gates. Not running, not attacking just walking. Somehow, that was even more terrifying. Their clothes were clean; they had not been buried. Their families had cleaned and dressed them

MARK I have never seen so many dead people standing on one place. I was close to pissing my pants just standing there. Everyone else seemed unbothered to be standing with dead people but I was scared out of my mind. The living and the dead should not mix. It was unheard of and I was done acting like I wasn’t affected. My brother had seen the battlefield and many dead people, but I doubted he had seen so many at once. But I understood why he wasn’t affected. My sister-in-law, well, she was connected to them. they were there because of her. not that I blamed her, but I wished she could just give them what they want and send them off. If I weren’t the one who promised safety a few hours ago, I would have disappeared from that crowd a long time ago. But now I couldn’t. I was forced to stand there with dead people a few feet away from me. if that wasn’t torture, I didn’t know what was. Somehow though, them seeing there didn’t seem like the worst part of this thing.It felt like only the

HELENA I had heard the truth about my mother before, but never like this. Never from the mouth of the woman who helped destroy her. I stood there surrounded by the dead, watching the king cry like the boy he once had been and for the first time. I understood something. He had lost his father, and I had lost my mother.But our families had not suffered separately.They had been connected from the beginning. The Queen Dowager looked at me, and I looked back at her. “I don’t regret anything, I still believe my action kept this kingdom safe.” She averted her gaze and looked at her son kneeling in front of her. “You might wish I was never your mother. But I don’t regret having you.” she looked at him for a moment before continuing.“It took me two years to find out who killed my husband. During that time, I dealt with the sudden deaths in the palace. but I never stopped looking for the person responsible.”She extended her hand as if she wanted to touch him. the king recoiled as if her v

SOLDIER The day Helena’s mother was banished, I thought it was over. We were told she was no longer the palace’s problem. Who knew years later the not palace problem became the kingdom’s problem. She was to be taken far away from the capital to a village where nobody knew her name and nobody would care who she had once been.That was the order, we followed it. At least, we thought we did. I was one of the soldiers sent to escort her. I remember how quiet she was during the journey. She did not shed a single tear, she didn’t beg or asked us to take her back. she simply sat inside the carriage and looked out through the small window as the palace disappeared behind us. I remember thinking that perhaps the king had been right. That sending her away was enough, that the palace would finally be peaceful. I was wrong. That peace did not last. Its elusion got shuttered in days. The first sign came three days after we left her. a messenger arrived at the village just before sunset Covered