Amidst the confusion, Kevin, Keyara, and Viana exchanged horrified glances, their hearts pounding in their chests. They knew they had to get out of there, but with the situation escalating rapidly, finding a way to safety seemed increasingly impossible.
With every passing moment, the sense of dread only intensified, the air thick with the stench of blood and the echoes of screams. The ship, once a symbol of luxury and comfort, had become a nightmare.
Each security guard possessed a strength comparable to Kevin, some even stronger than him and Keyara. Despite this, they were perishing rapidly, akin to swatted flies. Understandably, fear gripped the crowd, hindering their efforts to flee from the imminent danger.
"Let's head into the corridors," Viana suggested, leading the way towards the passageway leading to the suites.
