Once his strength somewhat recovered, he dragged Chantelle to shore. After placing the heavy woman on a flat rock, Andrew had completely exhausted what little energy he had regained and collapsed beside the stone, falling into a deep sleep.

Sleep was the most efficient way to restore his strength. Of course, it would be even better if he could eat first and then sleep, but unfortunately, they had lost everything.

They had no food, flashlight, hunting knife, phone, or anything.

Fortunately, the small bottle of pills he kept close to his body was still there, though Andrew was too exhausted to even think about them.

During this deep sleep, Andrew felt like he was having an endless dream. In it, he seemed to return to his days in the military—gunfire and bullets, assassinations and more assassinations, blood, countless corpses, and such.

The memories flooded his mind one after another, making him gasp heavily until he suddenly woke up.

He looked beside him and cursed, "Damn i