Chapter 43 She Was Anxious
After Andrew killed the resident of 301, the atmosphere in the entire building became very tense.
In the previous chat group, now no one dared to speak.
Andrew seemed to realize that everyone had secretly formed a new homeowners association behind his back.
But this was something he couldn't stop.
He could only threaten and coerce within the homeowners association.
"Now the situation is so difficult, everyone is just trying to survive, no one wants to resort to violence."
"If that kid from 301 hadn't started the fight with my men, I wouldn't have accidentally killed him. After all, I'm not a demon!"
"I hope in the future everyone can live harmoniously, and when we need it, lend us some food."
"As long as you cooperate, I guarantee everyone can be safe."
After these words were spoken, some people actually relaxed their guard.
Some even thought that perhaps Andrew was right, that the owner of 301 died because he started the fight.
This is what Stockholm Syndrome refers to.
In the midst of death and despair, as long as the perpetrator shows them a little kindness, they will be grateful.
Steven remained like a bystander, observing coldly, neither judging nor participating.
But in his heart, he became a bit more wary of Andrew.
Although his home was well fortified, with just Andrew and his few men, that old gun, they had no chance of breaking in.
But in the apocalyptic, it never hurt to be a little more cautious.
"If he really provokes me, I'll find an opportunity to kill him!"
Steven said indifferently.
This brief calm was shattered the next day.
Although everyone was afraid to leave their homes because of Andrew, they couldn't survive without going downstairs to chip ice and fetch water.
So, some people quietly opened their doors, planning to sneak out and dig snow while no one was watching.
As a result, the person Andrew sent to keep an eye out caught them in the act.
The supplies they had looted the first day were all gone, devoured by the hungry thugs.
Now, with bloodshot eyes, they regarded all the residents of the building as their prey.
Once they caught someone, they showed no mercy, looting everything!
In the new group chat, urgent cries for help were heard.
Steven opened the chat and couldn't help but smile.
The one calling for help was none other than Annie, who lived on the seventh floor.
Andrew lived on the sixth floor, right below her.
That morning, she had tried to sneak out to chip ice and fetch water under the cover of darkness, but they caught her in the act.
Living alone, she was an easy target for robbery.
Moreover, she was already on Andrew's radar.
With nearly half a month of isolation, Andrew and his men were feeling restless, planning to find a woman to vent their frustrations.
Annie wasn't particularly pretty, but she was young and had an acceptable figure.
Given the circumstances, no one was being picky.
So, that group of men armed with wrenches and iron bars, grinned as they charged towards her.
Annie quickly shut the door. Desperate, she thought she could seek help from her neighbors.
"Please help me! They're trying to break down my door, please, I'll be killed by them!"
"@Henry Mr. Garcia, please save me! Aren't you a veteran? They definitely can't beat you."
"These people can't be trusted, they're too brutal. We need to stick together!"
"If something happens to me, you could be next!"
Annie's voice trembled with urgency as she sent one voice message after another in the chat.
Yet, yesterday, when she arrogantly scolded the male homeowners in the chat, she wasn't in this state.
Henry replied, "Ms. Jenkins, It's all so sudden, I can't take on so many of them alone!"
Though kind-hearted, Henry wasn't willing to risk his life in vain.
Andrew had five or six men with him and a gun. Even with his military background, he couldn't take them on alone.
If they had formed a security team the day before, there might have been a chance to scare them off.
Seeing Henry's response, Annie felt a chill in her heart.
Crying, she said, "Can't you protect a weak woman like me? What kind of men are you?"
"If I die, I'll curse you all!"
Initially, there was some sympathy for her, but when they saw her shamelessly insulting everyone, they grew angry.
Combined with Annie's insults towards all the men in the building the day before, the residents now held a grudge against her.
"You were right yesterday, we're all useless. You're so capable, you don't need our help!"
"Haha, weren't you proud yesterday? Use your pride to deal with those people!"
"Yesterday, you were so happy cursing at everyone! We thought you were tough, but now you're begging us to save you."
"You might as well just die, one less person to worry about!"
The chat was filled with gleeful laughter.
Instead of sympathy for Annie's plight, there was a sense of schadenfreude among the residents.
Because Annie's home had been robbed, at least they were safe for the time being.
Seeing the cold mockery, Annie fell into complete despair.
She turned to the female homeowners for help, but their responses were all similar.
"We're all sisters, and in this situation, there's not much we can do."
"Sister, hang in there! I support you mentally."
"You must hold on, otherwise, if they break in, they might rape you!"
"Yeah, with so many men, they'll definitely ruin you."
Some offered superficial comfort, while others cruelly frightened Annie.
After all, in times of isolation and imminent death, many people's minds had begun to distort.
More and more people joined the chat, but the conversation had taken a dark turn.
"Annie, even if you die, make sure you take one man down with you, it's a way of eliminating harm for the people!"
"Yes, given that your home has been robbed, you probably won't survive. You might as well help us take down one of Andrew's men before you fall.."
Annie was trembling with anger, about to say something, when the door suddenly burst open with a loud bang.
In Steven's home, he watched the monitor as Annie screamed, and then several people grabbed her legs and dragged her out.
"On such a cold day, you still don't forget to exercise. Your energy is too high!" Steven sighed.
But it made sense. In the current situation, no one knew when they would die.
And before facing death, the first instinct of living beings was to pass on their genetic material.
Steven took a bite of a chocolate bar and said to the monitor, "At this temperature, any exposed skin is at risk of danger!"
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