Defying Fate: The Unstoppable Eileen novel Chapter 374

The chestnut horse was tethered by Eileen near a patch of grass not far from the hospital.

As Eileen approached, she noticed the horse had already eaten its fill.

She untied the reins and led the horse forward.

Trailing ten yards behind her was a forlorn young lad, following her footsteps with cautious precision.

After walking a few paces, Eileen mounted the horse gracefully.

The boy hurried to catch up, standing below her with a hopeful gaze.

Eileen, holding the reins, looked down at him coolly and said, "Get to the safe zone first."

The blizzard was approaching fast, and the Mondot team had already left in their vehicle via the main road. They were on a side path, isolated and remote, with no other competitors in sight.

A flicker of excitement crossed the boy's face. "Are we both riding the horse?" he asked eagerly.

Eileen scoffed, "This horse can't carry two people, and you don't have a horse."

The boy looked crestfallen. Somehow, those words felt like a hidden jab at him.

He shrank back slightly but still replied obediently, "No problem, you ride the horse. I can run. I'm super fast!"

Eileen let out a dry laugh, "I was going to say there's a bike back there, but if you like running, go ahead. If you drive, you're my son!"

The boy was speechless, feeling a mix of admiration and fear of Eileen's sharp wit.

In the end, he really did run to the safe zone.

Inside the safe zone, Eileen dismounted and tied the horse to a large tree. Despite herself, she glanced back at the boy, still clutching a large rubber chicken, who had somehow managed to run in nearly as fast as she rode. Despite the exertion, he wasn't even sweating, though he was a bit out of breath.

Eileen couldn't help but wonder if she could have done the same. She probably could have run it, but she'd definitely be sweating and not as composed.

This young master was something else entirely.

The safe zone had shrunk considerably.

There were still thirty-one survivors left.

Eileen climbed to the rooftop of an apartment building. She set up her sniper rifle, hiding in the shadows, ready to ambush anyone who passed below.

The boy, looking lost and unsure, crouched a short distance behind her, watching her back with a mix of admiration and confusion.

Just then, someone passed below.

It was a team of three, two men and a woman. Their gear was damaged, and they looked worn out, probably from a recent fight.

Eileen narrowed her eyes and aimed at one of the men's heads.

Suddenly, a loud "Cock-a-doodle-doo!" broke the silence.

Eileen froze.

The sound of a chicken crowing echoed, alerting the trio below. They looked up curiously, only to spot the barrel of a gun protruding.

Startled, they dove under the eaves and scrambled through a window into the adjacent building, refusing to come out again.

Eileen was livid.

Her prey had slipped right through her fingers. She turned, her eyes icy, to the boy behind her.

He was fumbling with the rubber chicken, trying to keep it quiet.

The chicken, annoyed, pecked him hard on the hand, drawing a small line of red.

The boy yelped and released it, then pouted, showing Eileen his injured hand. "It hurts, Eileen..."

Eileen frowned, "Keep it under control!"

The rubber chicken, having hit the ground, strutted around the rooftop like it owned the place.

The boy rubbed his bleeding hand, glanced at his indifferent companion, and stubbornly got up to chase after the chicken.

The chicken was having none of it. Flapping its wings, it darted away quickly.

The boy could only chase behind.

In the livestream, the scene unfolded like this:

A determined girl with dark eyes, her posture straight, clutching her sniper rifle, scanning the grounds below with intense vigilance, ready for the enemy to appear at any moment.

Behind her, chaos reigned: a chicken flapping, a boy chasing, the world alive with noise and motion.

"Cock-a-doodle-doo!"

"Stop! Come here—"

"Cock-a-doodle-doo!"

"Wait, wait, I'm so tired, please stop running."

"Cock-a-doodle-doo!"

"Hey, gotcha! Ow! That hurt!"

"Cock-a-doodle-doo!"

"Shh, quiet down, Eileen's watching us! She's looking again!"

Eileen's temple throbbed with irritation. She stood up abruptly, slammed her rifle down, and turned around. "Are you done yet?"

The rubber chicken, startled by Eileen's outburst, leaped into the boy's arms, clucking defiantly at her.

The boy quickly backed away, clutching the chicken, and stammered, "Sorry, it didn't mean to..."

Eileen rubbed her forehead, exhausted. "Can I be honest? I don't know you. Can you please just stay away from me?"

The boy looked stunned, his eyes welling up. "Eileen, are you giving up on your mentor?"

He had said it...

He actually said it!

Eileen cradled her head, crouching down in exasperation, feeling like she was losing her mind.

Did he really think of her as his mentor?

But they had no connection whatsoever!

She knew it! He knew it too!

Then why was he acting like this?

Bo was using a b87, taking out Dick over and over.

Bo was using a b87, taking out Dick over and over.

The alerts kept coming.

Completely confused, the young man heard a sudden, sharp alarm blaring from his precious smartwatch.

"BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!"

Three seconds later, the watch's communication line was forcibly connected.

On the other end, a gruff, bearded host was yelling, clearly agitated: "Stop shooting! Stop shooting! He's already down! How many times are you gonna kill him? Even with a paintball gun, there's impact, dammit! And you keep aiming for his head! He's gonna end up really hurt! Blood's all over! For Pete's sake, I'm begging you! If your teammate ticked you off, take it out on them! Don't vent your anger on our contestants!"

Bo was using a b87, taking out Dick over and over.

Bo was using a b87, taking out Dick over and over.

The host was losing it. "Ahhhhhh!"

He screamed, frantic, "Get the paramedics! Get Dick out of there! Hurry up! We're gonna have a serious emergency here!"

Bo was using a b87, taking out Dick over and over.

Bo was using a b87, taking out Dick over and over.

Eileen was definitely taking her frustration out on Dick.

She was in such a foul mood, she couldn't let it go without venting a bit!

The host's voice on the watch was getting more and more desperate.

The young man, clutching a large, stuffed turkey, cautiously approached, hoping to calm Eileen down.

Three minutes later, the host’s voice went silent, but the call was still connected.

Suddenly, a calm male voice came through the watch, "Eileen."

Eileen froze, her movements coming to an abrupt halt.

She glanced at her watch, cautiously asking, "Egbert?"

The man's voice was soothing, reassuring. "Calm down, sweetheart."

Eileen pouted, pressing her lips together, staying silent.

But she stopped taking out her anger on poor Dick.

Taking advantage of the pause, the staff quickly rushed in, hoisting the battered Dick onto a stretcher and sprinting away!

Seeing Eileen seemed to have cooled off, the young man crouched beside her, greeting the voice on the other end of the call, "Hello."

There was a moment of silence before a cold voice responded, "Get lost."

The young man was taken aback, cheeks puffing in frustration as he retorted to Egbert on the other end, "You like your wife, and I like her too. Aren’t we on the same team? Why are you being mean to me?"

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Author's Note: Goodnight, everyone! 🌙✨