Chapter 94
The two of them shared a laugh. Yvonne had another meeting to rush to, so they went their separate ways after chatting for a while.
Instead of heading home, Nina found herself wandering aimlessly, her mind blank, unsure of her thoughts. Almost instinctively, she ended up at the middle school she had attended over a decade ago.
As society had progressed, the middle school had seen significant changes, with renovations. and expansions resulting in several new buildings. However, the stone at the entrance, weathered by time, remained unchanged, still bearing the inscription "Bright Middle School."
This was where she had spent her middle school years, the place where she had first encountered Nash.
She would never forget that day, August 13th, when she had come close to death.
It happened right at this school gate, just after noon dismissal. Like most of her classmates, she had walked out of the school gate when several masked kidnappers appeared, carrying large bags on their shoulders and guns in their hands.
During that chaotic era,
students were abducted.
firearms were prohibited, but human greed couldn't be curbed. Many
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One of the kidnappers had grabbed her from the crowd, clutching her neck and pressing a gun against her head, ordering her not to move.
She had been just fifteen years old at the time.
It had been her first encounter with such a dangerous situation. She had heard screams, people running, and gunshots. Following that were cries.
She was so nervous that her palms were sweating, and she didn't dare to say a word.
The kidnappers took her into a nearby mall, and as one of their backpacks tore open, a large amount of cash spilled onto the floor.
That's when she realized-they were robbing a bank.
From the onset of violence, they were desperate criminals, showing no regard for the lives of the students they had abducted. Cornered and surrounded by police outside, they were ready to use the students as bargaining chips, even if it meant facing death together on their journey to the afterlife.
The sound of gunfire reverberated in her ears, making her eardrums throb. Blood pooled on
the ground, classmates falling one by one before her eyes. She felt a chill run through her as she stared wide-eyed with fear, knowing that today would mark her end, unable to resist, unable to even shed tears.
Just as the trigger was about to be pulled against her head-
There was a bang.
The sound of the gunshot echoed, but she found herself still alive.
When she opened her eyes, she saw a handsome young man holding her tightly, shielding her beneath him. His forehead was covered in sweat, his hand pressed against her lips: "Don't make a sound!" She hid behind a pillar, not daring to breathe, watching intently as the brave young man risked his life for her. He quickly got up without hesitation, like a fearless warrior her, engaging in a struggle with the kidnapper.
protecting
Several gunshots rang out, glass shattered, blood splattered everywhere. Nina feared for his life, her terrified mind teetering on the brink of sanity.
But then the police shot dead two of the criminals, steadily approaching the crime scene.
She frantically searched for the young man's figure, only to find him still alive, struggling to restrain the kidnapper. He was gasping for breath, blood seeping from his abdomen...
She wanted to rush to his aid, but doctors and nurses rushed over, placing him on a stretcher. She heard someone exclaim, "Zac, you're looking sharp today!"
The young man lay on the stretcher, relaxed, smiling nonchalantly: "No big deal!"
Meanwhile, she was surrounded by doctors and nurses.
She watched as he was wheeled away, growing further and further, too late to express her gratitude.
But she would carry that memory with her forever.
That courageous and selfless warrior had taken root in her heart.
The horrors of that day remained etched in her memory.
She was the sole survivor.
None of her classmates made it out alive.
For her, it was a haunting shadow, and it would take her a long time to heal on her own.