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The Good Upclass Chapter 87: Shots Fired
Detective Deib Anchorman was the first to make it close to the manhole. When he got there, he drew his ear closer to the ground floor. “I don’t hear anything,” he said after five seconds of focusing all his hearing senses on the ground. “I am supposed to be hearing footsteps and cranking guns and indistinct chatters coming from the soldiers, but I don’t hear anything right now.“Is that supposed to be a good thing or a bad thing?” Well asked, his heart had been pounding so fast and so strong it was no different compared to a jack hammer used in smacking a hardened soil. Allen Mar chimed into the conversation and then corrected Well, “It is supposed to be a good thing, I believe. The detective not hearing anything from above only means that the soldiers have not returned from the search yet. That means we will have enough time to make it out here and perhaps even out of the vicinity as well. Although the latter would be so dangerous, and I don’t think our chances of success are that h
The Good Upclass Chapter 88: The Freelancer
“So, we are really going to pursue that plan, eh? No chances of changing your minds?” Well asked again. Up until this point, he still did not want to believe that once they would land their feet out of the tunnel, the journey of running for their own lives individually will begin. He knew, that if that was going to be the case, he will not going to make it. He had never been into any kind of a situation like this. There were nothing like these back in Coast Ville. Coast Ville was peaceful. There were dangers and threats that needed to be taken care of and dealt with. There were no sketchy people, no psychopaths, no crimes, and best of all, no complicated overwhelming scenarios like this one that the three had been involved with. “We have to, Well. Because we have no choice,” Allen Mar answered again, sighting Well with his sympathetic gaze. It was visible in his eyes how bad did he feel towards Well. He, too, did not want to pursue the plan. That was not the way how he wanted to get
The Good Upclass Chapter 89: Success Failed
Well stumbled upon his knees. His eyes had never been this open before. His cheeks, they never felt as hot as this before. And his lips, although he could not see them, he was sure they were pale and dry. He was blinded for a second, and his vision went all out-- totally pitch black, like everything had been wiped out of his horizon. Clouded by nothing but emptiness, his ears suddenly disfunctioned. He tried to get up and stand on his knees, but the nausea he felt was so strong it seemed like an earthquake had struck his head really, really hard that he still felt an aftr shock that was a lot stronger than the actual shaking itself.He remained down on the ground-- aceepted the fact that it was too impossible for him to recover considering the fact that he was being discombobulated by the sound of blazing bullets and roaring shouts.Until minutes and minutes had paased, his senses slowly went back to normal. The first to funcation again was his sense of smell-- his noose. It instant
The Good Upclass Chapter 90: Another Day
“Run, Well, run!” Allen Mar shouted as they heard a series of bullets fired against the sky. “Don’t look back! Just run!” Drowning in the sea of tall and vast corn plant leaves, Well and Allen Mar struggled for their way out of the cornfields. The soldiers must have heard Well when he squeaked, giving away their only chance of escaping out of the place. And now, as the two of them ran for their lives having no accuracy of which direction to head to, Well’s heartbeat intensified and Allen Mar’s breathing went rapidly high. “Oh, my God! What have I done again this time? I am such a fucking time bomb. An idiot!” Well yelled to himself as his feet pedaled as fast as they could, along with the streaming of tears on his face that had long been settled. “Let us not think about that now. You can blame yourself later when we are done with this mess,” Allen Mar replied, as he glanced very quickly behind them only to see that the soldiers had been performing their offensive position where in
The Good Upclass Chapter 91: A Dream
When Well returned to his hotel room, it was already six o’clock in the morning. Students who were admitted to the same hotel as his were already suited in their respective uniforms and were all prepared to take off sooner or later, while him, on the other hand, was yet to dry his clothes out. He was untidy, filthy, and messy, and it was visible just from his eyes alone that he was so tired and had not had enough sleep. Well yawned as soon as he arrived at the doorway of the hotel. The people inside looked at him with disgust as if he was some kind of rubbish picked up from a rubbish bin– because to be clearly honest, that was how he indeed looked like. Doreen was the first person to notice his presence and did not ignore him like the rest of the tenants did. “Well! Oh, goodness gracious. Where have you been? I have sent a staff last night to deliver your dinner but he said your door was locked and the lights were off. And look at you now, all messy and dirty! If your Dad knows about
The Good Upclass Chapter 92: Hold Your Temper
Doreen was the first person to notice Well's presence and did not ignore him like the rest of the tenants did. “Well! Oh, goodness gracious. Where have you been? I have sent a staff last night to deliver your dinner but he said your door was locked and the lights were off. And look at you now, all messy and dirty! If your Dad knows about this, he will surely going to blame me for not keeping an eye on you!” Doreen said as she tried her best to lower her voice so that whoever would hear her will not think that she was scolding the young man. Meanwhile, Well was so tired and so exhausted he barely heard a word vividly from his old man’s old friend. Instead of answering to her or catering to her concerns regarding him, Well walked over and ignored Doreen. He was not in the mood for some small talks. And despite everything that he and Allen Mar and Detective Deib Anchorman had been through in even less than a night, a simple ‘how are you’ will never better anything. As a matter of fact,
The Good Upclass Chapter 93: The Detainee
Well yawned as soon as he arrived at the doorway of the hotel. The people inside looked at him with disgust as if he was some kind of rubbish picked up from a rubbish bin– because to be clearly honest, that was how he indeed looked like. Meanwhile, Well was so tired and so exhausted he barely heard a word vividly from his old man’s old friend. Instead of answering to her or catering to her concerns regarding him, Well walked over and ignored Doreen. He was not in the mood for some small talks. And despite everything that he and Allen Mar and Detective Deib Anchorman had been through in even less than a night, a simple ‘how are you’ will never better anything. As a matter of fact, Well believed it only made the situation worse. The detective was dead. Allen Mar, his best friend, lost contact with him. So basically, it was now just him wandering over the New Bill City and facing the chaos or whatever there were again all by himself– like in the very beginning where there was absolutely
The Good Upclass Chapter 94: Pretend It's Okay
Well sluggishly walked to the elevator, and elevated himself to the floor where his hotel room was located. At this point, everything was annoying him. Everything was keeping him from being the good old Well that he was. He knew it was not because of the lack of sleep, or of the exhausting running away for their lives. What annoyed him was the death of a dear friend. Detective Deib Anchorman was just so precious to be taken away so early. Well believed he could have survived it, too. Just like what he and Allen Mar did. However, if there was a hard pill to swallow for Well, it was the fact that the death of the detective was the result of his foolishness and lack of observance. If only he looked around and had chosen a different spot to hide on, the detective would not have to do it anymore. However, it is what it is and he will forever be hunted of it. There were crystalized beads of tears falling off his sleepy eyes and damp eyelids. But who was he to give a fuck? He did not care i
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