The End Of Life Chapter 65
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Making her wear his shirt, Mark went near the window to look around and see if there were any people below them. He found a single person and wanted to wait instead of shoot. The guy was looking around and it looked like they were going on rounds, if anyone noticed this person didn't come, it would raise the alarm.
As Mark was looking below, Suzie stood directly behind him and was looking around the room. She found the guy's dead body and almost shouted if it wasn't for the vomit which came before her voice. She started to vomit, making Mark turn around and pat her back.
Her body was shaking in fear when she looked at the guy. Her thoughts wandered off to that moment of her helplessness, her struggle, and how she begged him to leave her be. She then thought about the possibility of Mark not being there at that moment to save her and how she would have been used as an outlet for the men like the other females she saw.
As her thoughts wandered, she heard Mark beside her, "Suzie, stay calm. I am here for you. Don't worry." While patting her, trying to ease her nerves. Mark knew she was having dark thoughts once again and tried to ease her to the best of his capability.
She looked at Mark and said with a trembling voice, "Mark, what would have happened if you didn't come on time. I would have become like the other females in this place." Holding on to his shirt for some support.
" Don't think about it, Suzie. What matters is that you are safe now and I am here for you so that you remain safe." Even if Mark had no confidence in going against the camp, he was confident saving only a single person. He didn't have anything extraordinary except his marksmanship and the way he handles the sword.
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"Mark we have to save these women. We can't leave them here. They are facing hell here." Looking at him with a tinge of hope in her lifeless eyes. But contrary to her expectations, Mark shook his head and said, "We can't do that. There is no way we can go against the entire camp for a couple of women who we do not know. I know you will feel sad but use some logic, it will only be a suicide mission if we tried to do it."
Hearing him, her body shook thinking about the women. Even though her mind was a complete mess at the moment, she knew Mark was right. They were only human, and it was only Mark who could fight.
Mark looked at the guy's body and noticed the same mark on his back to the one he used as a hostage the day before. They were both the same person. It was the same ugly bastard he used to get out of this place yesterday. Mark smirked at the guy's bad luck and went back near the window.
He noticed that everything was clear and turned towards Suzie, who had her head hung low. He shook her body and whispered, "Ok Suzie, snap out of it. We need to get going. Your dad and the others are probably waiting for us. Let's get going." Pulling her a bit towards the window.
He pointed below and said, "We need to go down. You go ahead first, I will be right behind you. Keep your leg on this frame and reach out for the pipe right outside. Using that slowly go down." He explained slowly for her to understand. Suzie nodded as she slowly went before him.
He slowly helped her up onto the frame from behind, giving her enough support. Suzie looked down and took a deep breath. She looked to the side and noticed the pipe. Stretching her hand, she slowly caught the pipe. Mark helped her from behind so she wouldn't lose balance and fall down.
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She continued to keep a leg on the nail and pushed herself for the other. She slightly lost her grip on the pipe but forced herself to remain stable using her hands and legs. Some skin peeled off due to the rough wall. Mark also slowly got on the frame to look at Suzie, who slowly made her way down.
After she reached the ground, he also made his way below the same way. Once standing on the ground, he looked at Suzie's hand and legs which were scrapped and found they were ok.
He kneeled as he took out the cover for the sewer and looked at her, motioning her to go ahead. Suzie thought of nothing and simply went inside. Mark looked around once again and followed. He closed the lid once again and stood in the sewer with Suzie behind him. He led her and got out of the sewer at the next one. Once they were out, he led her to the bike in the alleyway.
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