Chapter 931: The chase
A scream came out of Ivy as soon as she slammed the door closed, jumping to the side to hide behind the concrete wall. The second she jumped, bullets riddled the door. Gazing at it with wide eyes, her heart raced in her chest.
If she was a second slower or if she didn’t make a quick and critical decision, she could imagine her body lying in a pool of blood.
"She’s really going to kill me," she breathed out a jagged breath, turning her head ahead.
There, right outside the front door, were bodies lying lifeless in their pool of blood. It was almost horrifying to think these people had died minutes ago and people didn’t even do something about it. They didn’t even try saving them.
’Not important!’Ivy shook her head as she glanced at the door, nodding to herself when there was no more gunfire coming from inside. Taking advantage of whatever kept Katherine occupied, Ivy clenched her teeth and ran out of the porch.
No matter how disgusted or sick she felt, she went to the nearest corpse in the driveway. When she squatted down, she gagged and almost jumped away. The man still had his eyes opened while blood was trickling down from the hole between his brows.
"Oh, god..." she coughed, hands trembling as she pinched the rifle strap on his shoulder. "I’m sorry, I’m sorry, but I need it."
Ivy tried pulling the rifle strap with just her fingers, but since the weapon itself was underneath the corpse, it was impossible. She had to touch the corpse, pushing his side until he rolled and lay on his back. Another deep huff escaped her lips, almost closing her eyes as her trembling hands tried to untie the rifle from the man. As she did so, she would glance at the front door from time to time.
"Come on..." she panicked, barely controlling her trembling hands to finish the job immediately. "Why is it so tightly wrapped?"