Chapter 63 Infection
Steven's flaunting of wealth is causing pain to all the residents in the building!
Now, even the food scraps that Steven discards are considered gourmet delicacies to them!
Despite this, Steven would rather throw away those food scraps than give them to others!
At Larry's home.
Since their failed attempt to storm Steven's house, their hope of obtaining antibiotics has been dashed.
In just two days, the aftereffects have started to show.
The three injured men feel an unbearable itch in their wounds.
Around the bandages, the bloodstains have started to look strange, turning an abnormal yellow.
Larry couldn't help but tear off the gauze to take a look.
As a result, he saw that the wound had already started to fester!
A nauseating stench hit him in the face, resembling the smell of a rotting animal carcass!
"No, no, no! Don't do this, I don't want to die!"
Larry cried out in fear, with snot and tears streaming down his face.
Paul and Zachary were even more terrified when they saw this.
They lifted the gauze on their own wounds, praying they weren't infected.
Unfortunately, the ideal is beautiful, but reality is cruel.
If it were just abrasions, they might have had a chance to heal on their own.
However, they had suffered through-and-through wounds, with rusty crossbow bolts deeply embedded in their flesh.
The injuries, combined with bacterial infections and the lack of sufficient nutrition and medicine, made the worsening of the wounds inevitable.
The men screamed in agony, appearing almost insane.
In the room, Alice trembled.
She held her phone and voice messaged Steven. "Dear, they've all gone mad, Alice is so scared! Can you come and save me, please?" she begged, "Alice will be obedient after coming over, whatever you want Alice to do, Alice will do."
After a while, Steven replied. "Alice, it hurts me to see you like this too! But I can't go out, Andrew is right next door."
Then he proposed, "Why don't you come over? But be careful on the way, don't let them see you."
"Yesterday, my neighbor next door was killed by them. Someone as fragile as you might be targeted by them," he also added.
On the other side, Steven had a mocking expression.
Facing Alice, a hypocrite, he only had one thought, which was to use every possible way to torment her, making her die in pain and despair.
Sure enough, upon hearing that Andrew was next door to Steven, Alice looked conflicted.
Andrew had killed too many people; she didn't have the courage to take the risk. "Dear, Alice is scared! Can you come and get me? Don't you have weapons?"
Steven cursed inwardly.
'Bitch, you are truly shameless, asking me to come get you?' Steven thought, replying, "I want to, but I got scared by them a few days ago and I'm not feeling well."
"Let's leave it at that, I'm a bit sleepy. Goodbye!" he ended the conversation coldly.
Listening to the screams outside the door, Alice turned pale. But when she messaged Steven again, he ignored her.
In the following days, Steven's life remained affluent and leisurely.
He no longer needed to work; he could sleep whenever he wanted and wake up whenever he wanted.
Steven didn't need to toil for a living, nor did he have to tolerate others.
If anyone dared to upset him, he would just curse them out directly. This kind of life was wonderful.
Next door, Andrew was contemplating how to kill him and take his house.
But for several days, Andrew didn't see Steven come out.
As long as Steven didn't come out, Andrew had no chance to deal with him.
On the contrary, because Steven had placed a bounty on him, Andrew was constantly on edge.
He didn't even trust his own men and slept with a gun in his hand.
Soon, his nerves started to fray.
After much contemplation, Andrew finally figured out what to do next.
Steven monitored the entire building through surveillance, seeing anyone who appeared in the hallway.
These past few days, he noticed that Andrew seemed to be plotting something.
Gradually, people started entering Andrew's home.
These were all young, strong individuals, and they were all single and living alone.
Some came voluntarily, while others were forced at gunpoint by Andrew.
Slowly, Andrew's team expanded to ten people, more than before.
Steven understood. "He's scared, so he's trying to gather a group of people to avoid being killed."
However,, Andrew's actions were just a temporary fix for Steven.
Steven had killed over forty residents in the building, leaving about seventy people.
According to his past life's memory, most families' supplies were almost gone.
Their next source of food would be people.
Andrew had gathered a group of men, and soon, he would start killing others.
However, this also meant Andrew needed to provide food for ten people.
Even if they turned on each other, they couldn't sustain themselves for long.
Moreover, everyone was now wary and suspicious of each other.
Andrew, being crippled, could only barely maintain his power with a gun.
But that gun probably didn't have many bullets left.
Steven messaged Elinor, asking about Andrew's situation.
After a long time, Elinor replied: [Andrew and his men have gone mad. They've run out of food and started eating people! I haven't eaten anything for two days; I feel like I'm starving to death.]
This didn't surprise Steven.
If he were on the brink of starvation and had to eat people to survive, he might choose to die instead.
Of course, now that Steven had no shortage of food, he could afford to think this way.
If he ever faced a food shortage, he didn't know what he would do.
Elinor continued: [These past few days, they've been going out to find people. Whenever they find an occupied house, they storm in and kill the people inside.]
[No one has supplies left. It's ironic that the dozens of people you killed initially allowed many to live a bit longer.]
[But Andrew and his men faced resistance too, and other survivors have formed small groups, causing casualties on Andrew's sides.]
After a long time, Elinor sent another message.
[Steven, can you still save me?]
Seeing this, Steven sensed Elinor's desperation.
She seemed to have little hope in Steven.
After all, in times like these, everyone was struggling to survive; who had the capacity to care for others?
Steven thought for a long time and finally made a decision.
Elinor was still useful to him; he couldn't let her die.
A renowned surgeon was hard to come by, especially one whose character he knew well.
[Help me with something, and I can let you live.]
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