Chapter 157 The Armored Escape
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An armored car roared around the corner of the building, barreling through every zombie in its path until it screeched to a halt right in front of Theresa.
“Theresa!”
Kyle expertly parked the car, raising thedder just high enough for her to climb aboard.
Finally having solid ground beneath her feet, Theresa quickly untied the steel cable wrapped around her hands. There was no time to worry about anything else–she immediately scanned the sea of zombies for Quentin.
But he had already vanished into the endless swarm.
“Theresa! We have to get out of here!”
Kyle’s voice came from inside the armored car as dozens of–zombies wed at its sides.
“Ughh!”
“Ughh!”
“Ughh!”
Suddenly, zombies descended from above like bats, aiming straight for Theresa standing on the roof.
<i>Bang</i>!
She kicked one zombie away and drew her de, shing through the others trying to block the car’s. engine.
“Let’s go!”
With Theresa’s help, Kyle mmed the elerator and surged forward, breaking through waves of zombies pouring from both sides. But outside, the horde only grewrger.
From nearby residential neighborhoods, more zombies heard themotion and converged on their position.
From every direction–front, back, left, and right–a massive tide of undead surged in.
The armored car alone couldn’t crush them all. There were simply too many.
If they didn’t clear a path, the zombies would overwhelm the car.
On the roof, Theresa scanned the dense crowd ahead. Without hesitation, she stowed her de and raised
an AK–47.
She stood firm, spraying down anything that got too close.
<i>Rat</i><i>–</i><i>a</i><i>–</i><i>tat</i>–<i>tat</i>! Rat<i>–</i>a<i>–</i>tat<i>–</i><i>tat</i><i>! </i>
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Even at full firepower; it wasn’t enough.
Theresa then hoisted an RPG–7 onto lier shoulder.
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The rocketuncher <b>was </b>ast resort–too loud, too risky. One st and the entire city’s zombies would <b>be </b>drawn to them.
But now, this was that critical moment.
<i>Boom</i>.
Dust and debris exploded into the air as the rocket tore through the thick cluster of zombies<b>, </b>creating a wide, clear path.
Kyle floored the gas pedal, racing forward at full speed.
Theresa knelt on one knee atop the car, gripping the RPG–7 in one hand and the AK–47 in the other.
Her mental maniption ability red, a powerful, sweeping force nketing the entire area.
She split her focus–sting a path forward with the RPG–7, while watching the sides and rear, picking off any zombies who dared to enter her safety zone with precise AK–47 shots.
Rat<b>–</b><b><i>a</i></b>–<i>tat</i><i>–</i>tat! <i>Rat</i><i>–</i><i>a</i>–<b><i>tat</i></b><i>–</i><i>tat</i><i>! </i>
Boom.
Theresa single–handedly controlled the battlefield from the car’s roof.
Inside, the rescued survivors watched the relentless waves of zombies m against the car’s armored walls but never breach the defenses.
The deafening booms and gunfire sent chills down their spines.
If anything went wrong–any drop in firepower or a single mechanical failure–they would be consumed in seconds.
The entire surrounding area had poured out its undead in pursuit.
Everyone’s eyes were drawn to the woman on the roof.
She was just… unstoppable.
<i>Boom</i><i>. </i>
Minutester, the armored car hit the highway leading back into the city, and finally, the zombies thinned
out.
Those left in the city chased them at a distance.
Theresa stayed kneeling on the roof, eyes fixed on the mass of zombies behind.
She fired onest rocket.
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Kaboom.
Smoke and dust billowed as the st wiped out at least a few hundred zombies.
The <b>car </b>sped on.
Those chasing gradually lost sight of their target and scattered.
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When only a few dozen zombies remained around the car, Theresa lowered the RPG–7 and switched back to the AK–47 for cleanup.
Then a lone figure appeared ahead–a zombie wearing a baseball cap, a tattered T–shirt, and ripped jeans.
It caught a familiar scent, stubbornly standing in the middle of the road, waiting.
Its body was twisted and crooked, one knee bent the wrong way, pelvis tilted–limping toward them relentlessly.
Bang!
The armored car rammed it again before finally leaving the city behind.
The car drove straight into the residential area of the zing Sun Camp.
The doors swung open, and rissa led the group out.
They all stared in awe at the small survivor settlement before them.
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