Lemon Like Love

Dead Survivors

~2 days later~

~Lenna's pov~

All of their faces were pale and filled with fear.

The room was hushed, and the air was heavy with tension.

But why was the question?

"What happened, Kamari? Why do you all look so distressed?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Kamari, the usually confident and composed member of their team, struggled to find the right words. She took a deep breath, her hands trembling slightly.

"It's... it's bad," she finally managed to say, her voice quivering.

She exchanged worried glances with the others, their anxiety palpable in the silence that hung in the room. I looked towards Matteo and Cal, who were also pale.

I was only 20 minutes late to our meeting, but it seemed like I had walked into a completely different world. The tension in the room was so thick, I could practically taste it. My heart started to race as I tried to piece together what could have possibly happened in such a short amount of time. 

"Kamari, please tell me what's going on," I pleaded, my voice filled with urgency. Kamari hesitated for a moment, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for the right words. Finally, she spoke again, her voice barely audible. 

" The survivors are dead."

My heart sank as her words hit me like a ton of bricks. How could this be possible? The survivors were the only hope we had left in this war-torn world. Panic started to rise within me, threatening to consume my every thought. I reached out and grabbed Kamari's arm, desperately searching for answers.

"What do you mean they're dead? Just yesterday, they were perfectly fine. We located them all and confirmed their safety. How could they have died so suddenly?" I could feel the fear gripping my chest, making it hard to breathe. Kamari's eyes were filled with a mix of sadness and confusion as she struggled to find the right words. She took a deep breath, her voice quivering with uncertainty.

"I don't know, but something must have happened. We need to investigate and find out what went wrong." Her words sent a shiver down my spine, knowing that our last glimmer of hope had been extinguished.

"But there's only one survivor left. Aurora Hart, you were in charge of her safety. Is she still alive?" Kamari asked, her voice now tinged with desperation. I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond.

"She's perfectly safe with her husband," I finally answered, my voice filled with relief. Kamari let out a shaky breath, her shoulders visibly relaxing.

"Thank goodness," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "At least there's still hope for her."

Everyone in the room sighed in relief except Matteo. He looked like he had realized something.

"Lenna, he first attacked you, and now only one survivor is remaining, so do you think he has a pattern?" Matteo said, his voice laced with concern. The room fell silent as his words hung in the air, the weight of the situation becoming palpable.

The room was filled with puzzlement and uncertainty, but I understood Matteo's subtle hint. My heart sank as I realized the terrifying pattern that had emerged: the killer had targeted me first, and now the only survivor left was my mom. Was perhaps Donovola's son still alive?

But that's impossible. I saw him shoot himself in front of me. I vividly remember the sound of the gunshot, the flash of the muzzle, and the lifeless body collapsing to the ground. The image haunted my dreams every night, replaying over and over again like a broken record. How could he possibly still be alive? My mind raced with questions and doubts, desperately trying to make sense of the impossible. I turned to Matteo, searching for any sign of reassurance or explanation. His usually confident demeanor had crumbled, replaced by a mixture of fear and disbelief.