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Just then, Theresa felt the tremors all around her–walls, floor, ceiling. Every direction vibrated with tension.
“Beautiful, you do know the office walls are basically drywall, right?”
Quentin’s voice rang in her car.
And the moment he finished speaking-
<i>Boom</i>.
The drywall erupted in every direction. The walls nking the entrance burst apart with a deafening crash.
And from those gaping holes, came the flood–zombies. Countless undead burst through the rubble, pouring in like a dam had broken.
Theresa took one look at the swarming horde and gave up on the now–pointless front doors. She whipped her head toward the window. The two people escaping out it were only two–thirds of the way up.
“Go! Get across, now!”
With Quentin strapped to her back, her katana spun in her hand like a helicopter de revving up for war.
One of the two climbers, a woman, slipped. Her foot missed the narrow ledge, and she dropped.
Only the safety harness saved her, jerking her to a sudden stop mid–air. Dangling helplessly, she iled, arms swiping at nothing, panic in her eyes. Below her: a churning <b>sea </b>of the dead, teeth bared, ws outstretched.
Malnutrition had left her weak. She hung in ce<b>, </b>suspended and stranded.
Across the thirty–foot gap, Kyle saw the chaos unfold. He could just make out the breach, the undead tearing into the office, the girl stuck mid–air.
No time. He leapt. No helmet. No harness. No hesitation.
Hended on the zipline, gripping it with bare hands. His body dropped hard, yanking the line into a sharp V. The girl and the other person, both clipped into harnesses, slid toward him immediately.
<i>ng</i>!
The metal sps mmed into Kyle’s arms. His face didn’t flinch. Only one emotion lived there: urgency.
Theresa was still inside the other building.
“Unclip and climb up on me!” he shouted.
One hand on the line, the other stretched to the window frame. The girl looked down at him, frozen in
terror.
“Move!” Kyle barked.
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That broke through.
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She reached for him. Grabbed on. Unclipped. With Kyle crouching just enough to push her upward, she climbed over his shoulders and arms toward the open window. Hands reached out from inside and pulled her in.
Second person followed the same way.
Once both were safe, Kyle clung to the frame and used every ounce of strength to shove both safety sps back across the line.
“Theresa! You’re clear! Come now!”
Amid the chaos, Theresa heard him. She bolted for the window.
Two sps. She only needed one. Because Quentin was still strapped to her.
Katana sheathed, she grabbed the clip with one hand. In the other, she summoned a swirling mass of water
Wham!
She released it like a bomb.
A tidal explosion of mist and force surged across the room, mming back the iing undead like they’d hit an invisible wall.
Quentin, strapped to her back, blinked wide–eyed.
“Beautiful, you’re… you’re a dual–ability user.”
<i>Wham</i><i>! </i>
Before he could say more, his head collided with a zombie lunging in from the side.
Theresa twisted sharply, using Quentin like a battering ram to m the undead straight into the wall.
“Ughh–are you trying to use me as a weapon?” he groaned through clenched teeth.
Of course she was<b>. </b>
Her mental maniption ability had already mapped every zombie’s location in the room. Nothing surprised her. Nothing got through.
She gave a little smirk.
By then, she’d already clipped in again, Quentin still on her back.
She climbed onto the windowsill.
Behind her, the undead howled and wed. But Theresa didn’t care anymore. Because she had something better than a weapon. She had Quentin–the human zombie repellent.
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She tightened her grip, nted both feet against the frame, andunched.
They shot across the line like a bullet.”
Behind them, the undead surged toward the window, a tide of death in motion.
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And one by one, they flew. They flung themselves after her like lemmings. But what awaited them wasn’t another room. It <b>was </b>six stories of empty air.
They spilled out in waves, tumbling and screeching, sttering on the ground below like grotesque rainfall.
Zombie rain.
A cinematic downpour of limbs, blood, and broken screams.
Some had half their guts missing. Some only had one leg. Some crawled on stumps. Some dangled twisted heads from broken necks.
But every single one had the same goal: Theresa. But they couldn’t reach her.
Theresa, with Quentin strapped behind her, had almost reached the midpoint when gravity finally slowed them down. Without a downward slope, the zipline began to sag.
Now came the climb. Still hanging, upside down, arms and legs working like clockwork, Theresa dragged both of them toward the far window.
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