Chapter 134 - A herd of animals (1/2)

Translator: Lionwwang  Editor: Lionwwang

There’s so much difference between first-class treatment and here!

I’m leaning in the corner, but the smell around me is suffocating me. I carefully find two pieces of paper from the bag to knead them into two balls to block my noses, and breathing with my mouth. That’s a little better.

Lying below, besides the unpleasant smell, the most unbearable thing is the lack of oxygen.

There are so many people crowded in the narrow cabin, but the upper cabin door is closed, and dozens of people are huddled in the cabin to breathe, feeling as if their lungs are blocked by something. For a long time, people inevitably feel dizzy.

Under me is the hard deck, very harsh. I lean in the corner to make myself comfortable and press the bag behind my waist.

Over time, my eyes have adapted to the darkness of the cabin and am able to see something dimly. Maybe it’s hallucination or I’m too sensitive. I always feel like some guys around me are sneaking at me. Several eyes are staring at me in the darkness, peeping at something.

The woman next to me is still coughing, but her voice is so depressed that seems afraid to make too much noises. I think it’s a little strange. Do you have to hold coughing and not dare to make a sound?

I sit in the cabin, don’t know what is going on outside, I can’t even count how long it has taken. In the darkness, I have sat for a long time, trying not to sleep at first, but eventually I close my eyes.

Don’t know how long it took. I feel someone is touching me. I wake up and see two dark figures are crouching beside me. One person is touching my feet, and the other seems to be reaching out the hand to my waist.

I’m instinctively shouting: “What are you doing?!” Then I kick one person’s hand and waving away the other person’s hand in front of me. When the two men see me wake up, they do not sneak at all, but rushing to me flagrantly.

These two people, one is holding my waist, and the other one is pressing my legs! I’m shocked and angrying. I twist away from them. Then I squeeze the nearest man’s wrist and twisting hard. The man is screaming and immediately falling to the ground. The man who is pressing my foot is kicked on the face by my rightfoot, and the man is covering his face screaming away. I’m immediately turning over and sitting up, pinching the man whose wrist was dislocated by me, grabbing his neck, and lower my voice to ask: “What are you doing?”

The man is shouting in a language I cannot understand, and in the darkness, I can only see his eyes are staring at me. There are some malice and timidity in his eyes. They are like hyenas in the wilderness, mean and vicious, but full of timidity at the same time.

I can’t tell which country he is from. But I know that these two men are also stowaways, not the crews above.

I’m just breathing a sigh of relief, but I see three or four people are approaching to me. At first sight just know that they don’t mean well. They see me have knocked down two people so quick, hesitating to come over.

Then the man who is pinched by me saying something in a hurry.

I feel that his body is not struggling, then I slightly loosen the hand that holding him by the neck. Immediately he is sitting up and stepping back carefully, opening his hands. This is a gesture of surrender or compromise.

He steps back carefully out of the safe distance, then his eyes are still staring at me, and suddenly a short word is coming out of his mouth.

“Water!”

I understand this time.

“No!” I say.

The man adds: “Food?”

“No!” I still say.

Still, he does not give up. He says a few more words and makes gestures. I can’t understand his language, but according to his gestures, I know that he seems to want to exchange food for water or water for my food.

I’m sneering and still refuse him.

If I’m still on weekdays, I would have gone up and beaten him up.

I know it very well that just now they wanted to steal my things while I was sleeping! And when I wake up, they want to rob me! If I haven’t been good at fight, I would have been bullied by them.

Damn it! Can’t rob me, just want to exchange with me?

I’m staring at him coldly and thinking it has already been your good luck that I don’t come to rob you!

Those guys dare not to come near me again, confronting me for a while, then retreat.

I don’t want to get into trouble too. Because in the darkness, don’t know how many people they have. In this situation, I tell myself not to be too arrogant and try not to mess with things. This is not my territory!

Several people retreat behind the crowd. I find a few people are sitting on the ground, not far from me, looking at me secretly.

These people clearly saw they robbing me while I was sleeping, but no one spoke to remind me. But I’m not surprised. Don’t expect anyone to be so great when you go out!

To my surprise, the woman who has been coughing at the nearest place also sitting up a little and seems to facing me.

However, because it is too dark in the cabin, I can’t see anyone clearly at all. I only feel vaguely that she is looking at me.

She coughs again and again, but her voice is quiet and she is tring to hide something. I feel her voice sounds familiar, but I don’t think much about it.

Have encountered this matter, my heart adds a little more vigilance.

Don’t know how long it is in the dark. I’m feeling hungry. My mouth is dry, so I search in my bag for a while. There are two bottles of water inside. I take out the first bottle and find it was given to me by the Vietnamese black man who drove the motorboat to send me.

This bottle seemed to have been drunk by him. I instinctively change it for an unopened bottle. This bottle is taken from Old Snake’s ship. I open and drink a few mouthfuls.

In the darkness, the sound of my drinking water is so clear that everyone around can hear it. Although I can’t see, I can feel as if a lot of greedy and covetous eyes are staring at me.

I don’t say anything, just tighten the cap of the bottle and put it back coldly. My stomach is still hungry and I can only bear it.

I suddenly have an illusion that I am not with a group of people, but with a group of hungry wolves!