Rewriting My Fate in the Apocalypse

"They had taken turns raping her and beating her until she died.

In our neighbor's house, only a pair of grandparents lived with their fourteen-year-old granddaughter who was left by their son and daughter-in-law who died in an accident.

They raped her in front of her grandparents and made them watch. Once they left, the family of three couldn't take the humiliation and committed suicide together.

They are beasts in human skin and deserve to be tortured to death and have their souls dispersed never to reincarnate." The girl said while gritting her teeth with hatred.

Apart from Leng Pan and the soldiers, there were still a few people left around them. When they heard the girl narrate the atrocity that group had committed, everyone felt like bringing those scoundrels back to life and torturing them to death again.

How could there be people who lacked humanity so much? What was the difference between them and beasts?

Although Leng Pan had known that these people weren't good in any way, she hadn't expected them to be so evil.

How could they do so many inhumane things without any remorse at all?

"I am sorry about that. If I had known I would have held them down and let you take revenge yourself." Leng Pan said with sympathy as she looked at the girl who was barely an adult.

She imagined what she would do if something similar happened to her and realized that she couldn't even imagine such a scenario.

If anyone hurt her family like that, she would go on a killing spree.

The female soldier walked over to the girl and hugged her tightly.

"Sorry, we as soldiers took the oath to protect the country and the people, but we have failed in our duties.

I didn't expect that people would become more like animals." The soldier said as tears of regret streamed down her face.

She had become a soldier because she wanted to protect the weak women who couldn't protect themselves.

That was because her father was an abusive man who beat her mother often. When she was younger she would hide in her room and not dare to come out when her father started his abusive tirade. When she grew a little older she would try to shield her mother and would end up beaten as well.

She tried telling her mother to report him to the police, but her mother was beaten into timidity and didn't dare to resist.

The problem was, even when the police found out, they classified it as a family dispute and wouldn't do anything to her father.

When she was eighteen years old and about to join university, her father came home and like usual, started beating her mother for no reason at all.

He never needed an excuse to abuse her. She was like his personal punching bag and even when she tried to intervene and was beaten, her father would make sure the bruises were never on exposed skin.

She would go to school and of course, if she was found to be hurt, it could bring him trouble. So, he always made sure that when he hit his daughter, it was in places she couldn't expose.

As for her mother, he didn't care much because she didn't leave the house much anyway.

It was only when she grew up and understood this that she realized her father was doing it on purpose. Someone who knew how to hit in places that would hide the evidence knew what he was doing.

He didn't treat her mother as a human. To him, she was an object he could use to vent his frustrations.

Because of the beatings, her mother had experienced several miscarriages, but she wouldn't even be taken to the hospital.

Instead, her father would belittle her for being weak and unable to even give him more children.

At eighteen years old, the female soldier had had enough. That day when her father came home and started beating her mother who had just recovered from severe injuries caused by his beatings, she finally lost it.

She did remember much of what happened to this day, however, it felt as if she had become another person.

She had attacked her father and beat him with a rolling pin so bad that his head split open.

He had several broken ribs and one of his arms had its bones crashed.

The soldier knew she was the one who had hurt her father, but when she came to, she found her father lying on the floor with thick blood with a coppery smell pooling under his head.

Her mother was holding a rolling pin wiping it with a heavy scarf she had been wearing to cover bruises.

"Mom, what happened?" The soldier had asked her mother.

Her memory of the beating she gave her father was gone, even to this day, but everything that happened after her mind cleared was still as vivid as if it had happened yesterday.

Her mother paused her wiping for a second before turning to her and giving her a gentle smile.

She then said, "I got tired of being beaten by him. I couldn't let him hurt you anymore." With just a couple of sentences, she had taken the blame for that beating.

The soldier knew that it was her who had done it, but she couldn't remember a thing. When she tried recalling it, all she saw was darkness, so she gave up. She wanted to say that it was her who had hurt her father, but she didn't even know what had happened.

"Go get the phone and call an ambulance." Her mother had said then she started swinging the rolling pin as if she was beating someone. But instead of hitting her father, she hit the couch instead.

The soldier, who was only a girl entering adulthood at that time, didn't understand what her mother was doing and just did as she was told.