Days are Gone (Under Massive Editing - Republishing Chapters)

Chapter 20 - Rumors

There was silence for a few seconds. I just stood there, staring at David after hearing what he said.

"I don't know what's going on in that woman's mind, but going out of the camp at this hour is extremely dangerous."

She did leave...

"What about the people guarding the gate? Shouldn't they have prevented her from leaving the camp?" I wondered.

"Those fools believed her lies. She tricked them, saying I assigned her to guard the river tonight. Bullshit!"

Anna joined us and patted David’s shoulder.

"I just checked her cabin, and it’s empty. All the masks she and her father made before were still hanging on the walls, but her belongings… I couldn’t find any. Not even a single shirt in the cabinet."

David turned his back on us and walked away.

Not in the mood to talk, huh?

"Jeez, this is troubling. Hey, any idea why Rizza left?" Anna asked, which switched my attention to her.

"No..." I replied. She paused for a second, then nodded.

"I see. You can go back to your room and get some rest. It's almost midnight," she said, walking away.

Crap, now what?

Left with no choice, I went back inside and found Rachelle having an arm-wrestling match against Zachia.

"What's going on here?"

"Oh, we're just killing time—hey! No fair!" Rachelle complained as Zachia slammed her arm onto the table after she got distracted.

"Your grip loosened, so I took the chance." Zachia proudly said.

"Never mind. Anyway, I thought you went to see Rizza? You left just a minute ago, and now you're back already." Rachelle wondered.

"I'm sleepy," was all I said before heading upstairs to my room.

I wouldn't mind explaining to them what actually happened, but I'm too tired right now. I'll let them know about the situation later.

I didn't waste a second and jumped into bed while staring at the walkie-talkie beside me.

I have a lot of questions, Dean...

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The following day came. Rachelle and Zachia soon heard the news about Rizza leaving the camp, and they’re wondering what made her come to such a decision. That goes for me too.

Everything she told me yesterday—was it the truth? If yes, then she really left the camp to run away from the crimes she committed against everyone here in Trosta.

"No, she must be lying," I mumbled.

"Are you good?" Rachelle asked. She must’ve heard me.

"Y-yeah, I'm just wondering what I should do today."

"I think you should check out the farm. They need some help since a couple of stray infected are lurking around the fences," she suggested.

"Join the clean-up crew? Alright, that’s better than spending my entire day lying in bed." I shoved the last spoonful of food in my mouth and looked around. "Where’s Zachia?"

"David assigned her to guard the gates this time. He said he needs someone who can't be tricked by such made-up stories."

Huh. So, he learned his lesson from last night.