Resentment festered in Felix Lawrence's heart. Whenever he thought of that man, a fierce hatred erupted in his eyes.
All the people River Larkin had gotten killed were his former companions, people from their old residential complex.
Many had followed him here simply because they trusted him and believed in him.
The apocalypse was cruel back then, but when they were all together, they had even dreamed of the future.
But those people had died because of River Larkin. And among them... was his...
Wife...
Felix Lawrence squeezed his eyes shut. A pang of grief shot through him, and the rims of his eyes reddened.
'I hate him!'
He was even doing things now that he once would have disdained, all just to stay alive—to live long enough to get his revenge.
'After all, that bastard River Larkin is still alive. How can I just die?'
'If I don't kill River Larkin, I'll be letting down my old companions. I'll be letting down my wife.'
"Have some water. Calm down."
