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Chapter 207 The Stranger in the Street

 Clearly, someone had tried to kill her once–failed–and ran.

 Her mouth gaped wide, revealing crooked teeth caked with bits of unidentifiable tissue. Her vocal cords trembled with excitement as she saw a living human, emitting raspy, broken moans of anticipation.

 With a sharp metallic ring, Theresa shed cleanly through her with a single stroke. The unevolved zombie crumpled instantly to the ground. But the sound had already drawn attention. Dozens of nearby zombies began shambling toward her. Even the horde across the street–roughly 300 yards away–started to stir.

 Theresa eyed the dense wave of corpses moving across the avenue. A heartbeatter, she blinked out of view and reappeared about 15 feet away, now standing across the street. She didn’t head for Parkson Drugs front entrance–instead, she made her way to the rear of the building.

 Inside the second floor of that very pharmacy, a young girl cried out, “Look! There’s someone outside! She’s fighting her way through the zombies!”

 Her voice caught the attention of the group huddled in the room. Everyone rushed to the window. But by the time they got there, the woman was already gone from view.

 “There’s no one out there!”

 “Where?”

 “She was just across the street!” the girl insisted, staring at the empty avenue in confusion. She had only looked away for a second, and the woman had vanished.

 “You’re seeing things.”

 “Probably just a hallucination.”

 The girl began to doubt herself under their teasing. She scanned the streets, searching for any sign of the woman, but there was nothing. Nothing except…

 “Wait, look over there! One of the zombies was just taken down! And the rest are all crowding around that spot! Someone was there!”

 The others followed her pointing finger, squinting through the window. “Hasn’t it always looked like that?”

 “Guess we really did have a visitor,” said a low voice from the group. A young man in a baseball cap stood. by therge window, watching the confused, milling zombies. The undead shuffled in ce, howling as they lost track of their prey.

 “What did she look like?” he asked stepping over to the girl who had first shouted.

 When she turned to see him approaching, her eyes lit up. Even in the apocalypse, she couldn’t stop he face from blushing, her heart racing. “Quentin, she was a woman!”

 “A woman?” Quentin shed her a crooked smile, “Tell me everything.”

 That smile didn’t go unnoticed. The others in the group–especially the young women in matching school 

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 uniforms–watched with a mix of jealousy, resentment, and grudging admiration. Their expressions wer a vivid palette of frustration and envy. 

 They were all students from the same school. When the zombie outbreak began <bst year, they had been on a group trip to the old town and had been staying at a nearby hotel. After several failed escape attempts, they ended up sheltering in this massive pharmacy. It wasn’t just any drugstore it also sold health supplements, packaged food, and functioned like a department store that took insurance cards Thanks to that, it was well–stocked with supplics.

 They had been incredibly lucky to get trapped here. For months, they had survived in rtive safety. But about two weeks ago, their food began running low, and they finally faced a crisis. That was when the man in the baseball cap appeared.

 There were eight of them in total–four young men, four young women. Four couples. The girls had all been roommates. Their little group had maintained a fragile harmony, even if the usual dramas of youth -love, resentment, betrayal–still surfaced now and then. But in the face of the apocalypse, they had stuck together.

 At least, until Quentin arrived.

 “Jack, your girlfriend’s running off with someone else again,” someone muttered.

 Jack Lynch red furiously at the pair across the room. “Dawn Gand! Get over here!”

 Dawn, the girl who had spotted Theresa earlier, didn’t even look at him. She kept walking alongside Quentin, her disdain showing in the set of her jaw. “Ignore him, Quentin. Let’s keep talking.”

 “Dawn!” Jack shouted, storming forward. “Have youpletely lost your mind?!”

 “What did I do? You never believe a word I say. I’m just talking to someone who actually listens–what’s so wrong with that?!”

 “Don’t think I don’t know what this is really about!” Jack shot Quentin a look of pure jealousy and hatred. “Quentin brought us food,” someone cut in. “If it weren’t for him, we’d be dead by now!”

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