Apocalypse: The Supporting Actress Made a Comeback novel Chapter 455

Chapter 455: 252 Greed (Second Update)_2

She paused here, unable to help glancing at her injured arm. A glimmer of sadness flashed in her gaze. The blood oozing from the grotesque wound had turned black, indicating that she had been infected by the zombie virus. Unless she awakened as a superpower user, she had only one path left—death.

How incredibly difficult it was for ordinary people to become superpower users? Even the young might not be able to awaken, let alone someone her age. What chance did she have?

She didn’t have much time left, and this young man before her was now her only kin. It was frustrating that this usually sensible man, well-educated as he was, had chosen such a moment to snap and utter such words to their savior!

She could understand the young man’s feelings, but if she was of no use, could she really blame others? If it weren’t for those two young people, all of them would have perished! How could he not see that? Besides, the road ahead was uncertain, and they had been lucky so far to encounter two experts. If they could stick with them, their safety was somewhat assured. His words were not only ungrateful but would also likely offend those who could protect them!

In the end, if those people left, who would care whether they lived or died?

Yet all these thoughts were her private concerns; how could she speak them aloud in front of their saviors?

Fortunately, the young man wasn’t entirely foolish. After being scolded, he painfully grasped his hair, crouched down, and wept softly, continuously wiping his tears.

The middle-aged woman sighed; after all, this was her nephew. The two who had died were her brother and sister-in-law. Now that they were gone, and died so tragically, how could she not grieve? Yet ultimately, it was their own bad luck and lack of strength for which no one else could be blamed. _{fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm}

Others who heard her earlier outburst couldn’t help but bow their heads in shame. They might not have spoken up, but internal grievances had festered. The middle-aged woman’s stern reproach made them realize how close they had been to becoming ungrateful wretches.

At that moment, a young man who looked about thirty years old came over. His demeanor was gentle, and he had a ruggedly handsome face combined with a mild temperament that easily engendered goodwill.

He was cradling a little girl in his arms. She appeared to be around four or five years old, her fair-faced complexion enhanced by big, bright eyes. Her skin was fair but beneath it ran red veins, and her hands were small and frail. Despite possibly being malnourished, she looked quite pretty, just with dry, yellowing hair intertwined like little chicken claws.