"Rules?"
The survivors were somewhat dazed when they heard that word. How long had it been since they had heard it after the End Times arrived? In order to survive, these survivors had all, more or less, done things that broke the law.
Not to mention anything else, many of them had robbed others of their belongings—not ownerless items. For example, when they entered a supermarket, even if the owner was still there, they would still take things from it. There was no choice if they wanted to survive.
"Once we enter Heaven, of course we'll follow the rules. If it weren't for the End Times, we'd all be civilized people."
A survivor shouted loudly. Before the Apocalypse, he had been a tycoon; no one loved rules more than he did. The other survivors nodded as well. Before the Apocalypse, they had hated all kinds of restrictions, but after the End Times descended, they realized just how important those restrictions were to their safety.
"Very good."
The Elite Captain nodded in satisfaction and said, "I know you're all already impatient. Go in. The Gate of Heaven has opened before you."
"They're really laying it on thick. These people have such Bad Taste."
Andrew silently mocked them. They had deliberately made this so ceremonial not only to better lure the survivors into their trap, but also to satisfy their own Bad Taste—the more excited and thrilled the survivors were now, the more desperate and crazed they would become later.
Simply put, they would fall from Heaven into Hell. The higher they climbed, the harder they would fall.
The survivors knew none of this. They eagerly ran toward the bridge formed from seawater, even shoving others aside. For a time, both the bridge and the deck became somewhat chaotic. It couldn't be