Chapter 87 Wounded

Early in the morning, Essie got up and packed her backpack.

Zac leaned against the door frame and looked at her with a confused look on his face. "Where are you going?"

"Mandy and I are going to go to the coastline. We will camp out on the island tonight. I won't be coming home, so remember to lock the door."

"Do you have everything with you?" Zac said, raising his eyebrows.

"Well, water jug, tent, compass... All done," Essie said, telling him the list of stuff in her backpack.

"You must bring the cellphone with you. If I call you, you must answer it within five seconds," he ordered in a very dictator-like manner.

"What if I don't hear the phone ringing?" Essie rolled her eyes at him.

"Vibration." He flicked her forehead. She was obviously a new hiker without any experience, so he was a little worried and he had to watch the whole process of the surveillance. "Remember, safety is the most important thing. If you can't hold on, don't stick yourself. Call me to pick you up."

Hearing his words, Essie frowned at him in discontent and said, "Don't look down upon me. I'll stick it out until the end."

With that, she left the apartment valiantly.

The activities of the day were going fairly smoothly. Although there were blisters on her feet already, Essie just gritted her teeth and powered through.

In the evening, they took a boat to an uninhabited island that was over ten kilometers away from the coast.

After Essie finished setting up the tent, she sat on the beach.

Then, she took off her shoes and applied some iodine and band aid on her wounds.

"I haven't exercised for a long time, and my feet are so delicate."

Mandy took a seat next to her and stared at the ring on her finger. She looked directly at the ring.

Leila had told her about the ring that had been given to her by Zac. Of course, Leila did not say that it was a diamond

oped, it had become well-known as a paradise that hikers could visit.

So, there was a bathroom on the hillside.

After they finished dancing, Essie went to the bathroom by herself.

Without her knowing, a shadow followed her quietly.

Miles away from the city, it was pitch black in the island at night. In the shadow of the moonlight, one could hardly see his own fingers.

The night wind whistled back and forth in the woods like a whining ghost.

Once again, Essie turned on her cellphone for some light. The leaves and twigs under her feet made cracking sounds with every step, completely covering up the sound of the footsteps of the stalker behind her.

After she finished using the bathroom, Essie began to walk back.

Hearing the faint cheers from the beach as the breeze blew past her, she couldn't help but stop and look in the direction of the beach out of curiosity.

Not far behind her, a pair of eyes glimmered in the darkness. At the same time, the moonlight broke through the thick trees and cast a ferocious shadow on the figure's pale face.

A creepy smile appeared on the figure's bloodthirsty red lips. Then, the figure raised his slender hands that looked like those of a ghost's, and slowly stretched them out towards Essie.