Evelyn Fordâs expression didnât change as she methodically packed the bag and strapped it to her back. She only followed Quincy out of the laboratory after he had urged her for a third time.
"This way," Quincy said, holding a torch in one hand and clutching the curtain wrapped around his body with the other. "Thereâs a security door here. We can go down from here." Evelyn didnât hesitate, following him through the door.
The only sounds in the stairwell were their footsteps and the crunch of poison moths underfoot. Though Quincy was a young man, prolonged starvation had left him in poor physical condition. He gasped for breath every few steps.
Since Quincy couldnât keep up, they had to stop and rest frequently. Fortunately, the others didnât pursue them. Upon reaching the fourth floor, Evelyn entered an office to observe the situation outside the window. The downpour continued, and the water level had nearly reached the fourth story. She slid open the glass window, pulled a coil of rope from her waterproof bag, and tied it to the window frame. Then, Evelyn climbed onto the sill, grabbed the rope, and prepared to jump.
"Wait! I donât see your assault boat. Are you sure itâs really down there?"
Evelyn nodded. "Of course. Straighten out your things so they donât get snagged on the windowsill. Iâm going down first."
With that, Evelyn began to slide down the rope. Just before she touched the water, she glanced up and saw no sign of Quincy. She materialized the assault boat, stepped onto it steadily, and then shrugged off the waterproof bag from her back.
"Get down here, now!"
"Iâm a little afraid of heights! What if I fall? Will you save me? I canât swim!"
Evelyn was speechless.
"The fall wonât kill you. Stop wasting time. You have five seconds. If youâre not down by then, Iâm leaving."
Terrified, Quincy scrambled onto the windowsill. "Donât go! Iâm coming right now!"
He gripped the rope with the resolve of a man facing his doom. He glanced down, and any relief he felt at seeing the assault boat was instantly erased by the sight of the deep, filthy floodwaters, causing him to recoil.
"Five... four... three..." Evelyn began to count down. Seeing how ruthless she was, Quincy couldnât afford to be scared any longer. He squeezed his eyes shut and slid down. At the last second, Evelyn grabbed his ankle and hauled him onto the boat. She immediately fired up the engine, and the assault boat shot forward like an arrow loosed from a bow.
Meanwhile, back inside the building, Nathan Neal led a group of people to the laboratory, only to find it empty.
"Supervisor Shaw, itâs all true! A female thief came to our company to steal medicine. Quincy wanted to leave, so he led her to the lab, and they stole all the specialized medicine from the safe."
"This female thief, she didnât have any accomplices?"
Nathan Neal shook his head. "I didnât see any. She said she had an assault boat and that she came alone."
Henry Shaw stared menacingly at Nathan Neal. "Then why didnât you go with them? Why tell us about it? Are their accomplices coming later, leaving you behind as a mole? Nathan Neal, Iâve told you before: this building is the only safe place right now. We have food, and the building is tall enough that it wonât be flooded to the top. Going outside is suicide. Would Quincy really follow a strange woman that easily? Heâs notoriously difficult. This isnât some trap you and Quincy cooked up, is it? Maybe there was no âfemale thiefâ at all."
Nathan Neal was both indignant and furious. "Itâs all true! I didnât go with them because I donât trust that woman. Besides, what they did was illegal! How could I associate with criminals like them? Supervisor Shaw, Iâm telling the truth! When the rescue teams arrive, we can report them to the police. Let the cops arrest Quincy and that woman."
âCall the police? The world outside is probably in chaos. Arrest my ass.â
By now, Evelyn and Quincy were nearing Fairview Apartments. Evelyn glanced back at Quincy, who was waving his torch to ward off the poison moths, and sheathed the dagger hidden in her sleeve. âHaving been reborn into this life, how could I so easily trust a stranger?â Her initial promise to take him along was just a ruse to get the medicine. She was surprised when, after Nathan Neal vanished, Quincyâs first instinct was to tell her to run. But it was only when he asked her to go back for his cat that she genuinely decided to save him.
"I never got your name," Quincy said. "You sound very young. Are you out looking for medicine because someone in your family is sick? Arenât you scared? Look over there... is that a body floating in the water?"
Evelyn glanced over, completely unfazed.
"Weâre just strangers who met by chance. No need for names. As for the body, I saw plenty of them back at your office building. Whatâs there to be afraid of?"
Quincy gave a dry laugh. "Right."
When they reached Fairview Apartments, Quincy sighed, looking at the familiar complex in its current state.
"I never thought Iâd make it back here alive. Thank you... my nameless heroine."
Evelyn mentally redefined the word "heroine." âIâm clearly more of a bandit and a thief.â
"Hereâs five boxes of the medicine for you," Evelyn said. "You might be able to trade them for supplies."
In a rare act of charity, Evelyn offered the medicine. Quincy didnât stand on ceremony, taking the boxes and stuffing them inside his clothes. He then climbed through a small window in the fourth-floor corridor. Once she saw him land safely inside, Evelyn prepared to head home.
"Stay safe!" Quincyâs voice was muffled by the downpour, but Evelyn still heard him. She gave a perfunctory wave and disappeared into the night once more.
Just as she was nearing Prosperity Gardens, two assault boats shot out from the side, flanking her in a surprise attack. The men aboard brandished long knives.
Evelynâs reaction was swift. As they closed in, she produced two Crossbows, firing left and right in a rapid counterattack. The men were all sent to a watery grave before they could even get near her.
Evelyn watched the waterâs surface. The last man hadnât been killed by the Crossbow Arrows. As he tried to lunge at her, she plunged a knife into his heart. Blood sprayed across her goggles. Even through her protective suit, she could smell the metallic tang of blood.
She had killed. It was the first time she had ever killed someone, in this life or her last. She felt nothing in particular, only a sense that something inside her had finally broken through the surface. She raised her hand to wipe the blood off her goggles. After scanning her surroundings and finding nothing unusual, she retrieved the Crossbow Arrows from their bodies. âThese things arenât cheap. Canât let them go to waste.â She also took everything from their assault boats.
As for the two blood-soaked assault boats, Evelyn wasnât bothered by the gore and stored them directly in her dimensional space.
Back at Building D, Evelyn carried her haul upstairs. Her protective suit was still stained with blood that the downpour hadnât washed away completely. The resident of 701 opened their door and was stunned to see her.
"Ford, youâre back?" The womanâs tone and expression made it seem as though sheâd been certain Evelyn would die out there.
âSeveral families had seen me leave the night before last. Looks like after only a day and two nights, theyâd all written me off for dead.â
Evelyn ignored her and continued up the stairs. Arriving at her own front door, she saw the lock had been hacked at with an axe or a knife. A cold smile touched her lips.
âIt seems my coming back alive is going to be a disappointment for some people.â
It took her four trips to haul everything inside. That night, everyone in Building D knew that Evelyn Ford had returned, not only laden with supplies but also stained with blood.
The next day at noon, Evelyn was awakened by a knock on her door. When she saw Officer Graham standing outside, her eyes darkened.