Day Thirteen…
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Nathan was about to lose consciousness. The poison took effect almost immediately, weakening Nathan. He staggered a little and his body swayed. He felt like the world was spinning so he had to close his eyes. He held the wall, trying to steady his footings.
When he felt like he was going to fall, he leaned his back on the wall, his breathing hastened. Beads of sweat started to form on his forehead.
'This is not good,' Nathan thought to himself as he gazed at his opponent who was standing just a few meters away from him. The guy with a cap was still holding his knife.
This was the best opportunity to attack Nathan. He was defenseless and weak!
'Damn! Abigail… you will be the death of me,' Nathan lamented to his mind. He was distracted and was thinking of Abigail a while ago. That's why he didn't notice the enemy. He lowered his guard down.