<b>Chapter </b>211 The Price of Survival
Chapter 211 The Price of Survival
Theresa had always respected everyone’s right to survive. As long as they didn’t bother her or get in her way, she never intervened in how others chose to live.
In this apocalypse, survival was brutal for everyone. She wasn’t some savior, running around <b>telling </b><b>people </b>how to live their lives. Everyone had to figure it out on their own. If someone came to her <b>with </b><b>a </b><b>request </b>and the right conditions, and she was satisfied, she might lend a hand. As for the rest, she respected <b>every </b>decision, even if it led to death. None of it had anything to do with her.
So, when the group heard what Theresa said, they all behaved like they had just won the <b>argument</b><b>. </b><b>Still</b>, they asked Michael to prove himself.
Michael quietly pulled up his shirt in the corner for Ginny Sunlow, his girlfriend. After a quick look<b>, </b><b>Ginny </b>turned to the others. “He doesn’t have any injuries.”
At that, the rest of the group looked up toward the second floor, and Jack called out loudly, “He’s <b>clean</b><b>! </b><b>No </b>wounds!”
Theresa, still busy packing up medicines, let out a cold chuckle. Behind her, Quentin spoke up, voiceced with mockery. “Those kids are all idiots.”
“I know. It shows,” she replied without turning.
Right then, a sudden burst of screaming erupted from below.
“Ah!”
“Ah!”
“Michael! What’s happening to you?!”
Theresa paused mid–motion. <i>Every </i><i>time </i><i>this </i>guy <i>opens </i><i>his </i><i>mouth </i><i>to </i><i>jinx</i>, <i>something </i><i>actually </i>happens. She looked over the railing–and sure enough, Michael’s body was beginning to change.
He was convulsing in the corner. When he lifted his head, his neck had gone stiff, blue–ck veins crawling up from his throat to his face. As he turned, his eyes had already turned a sickly shade of gray- white.
“I… I can’t see,” Michael gasped, clutching his eyes. The other high–school grads backed away in panic.
“It hurts… my body hurts so much. Ginny! Ginny, where are you?!”
“Stay away from me!” Ginny shrieked, stumbling backward. As she backed into a shelf, she lost her footing and fell hard onto the floor.
At that moment, Michael’s hands/dropped to his sides. Every trace of life had vanished from his face. His dead, gray eyes locked onto Ginny like a predator spotting prey<i>. </i>In the next second, he lunged toward her.
Right at that critical instant, a gleaming katana sliced through the air from the second floo diagonally into Michael’s body, pinning him to a shelf through the skull, the de piercing from head to spine. Whatever light remained in his zombie–like eyes faded away.
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Chapter 211 The Price of Survival
The high–school grads all turned <b>as </b>pale as sheets. Their hearts thundered in their chests. The <b>young </b>women threw up on the spot, breaking into sobs while Ginny just sat frozen on the ground, eyes wide staring at the corpse in front of her,pletely paralyzed.
Then came the pounding.
From both the front and back doors of the first floor, the moans and mming grew louder and more frenzied. The flimsy wooden doors were clearly not going to hold much longer. The high–school grads <b>all </b>looked toward the second floor, then rushed toward Theresa.
Theresa turned back to her task without a word. She had already packed nearly half of the second–floor medicine shelves. Just then, one of the young men approached, holding her katana carefully in both hands.
“Miss, your sword,” he said gently, handing it to her.
Theresa barely raised her eyes. With a crisp <i>shing</i>, she sheathed the de.
The boy’s eyes lit up at how cool she looked. He stood there watching her gather medicine and finally blurted, “Miss, are you collecting meds? I can help!”
Theresa finally looked at him for the first time. Among all the high–school grads, he was the only one who had approached her. The young women were huddled together, checking each other’s bodies andforting Ginny. The two other young men were whispering in the corner, stealing nces between her and the young women.
Theresa tilted her head slightly. “Grab a big sack. Start packing that side.”
Ian Dreyer nodded enthusiastically. <i>“</i>Okay!”
Theresa continued scanning the shelves. As she swept through the stock, the names of the medications shed automatically through her mind. She had nearly checked off everything on the list her aunt Tania had given her. Of course, she hadn’t left anything extra behind either–nothing was going to waste. If she were here, she might as well take everything useful.
At the same time, she’d taken note of the rest of the store. All the food was already gone. Most of the supplements, like ginseng and powdered antlers, had been opened and looted as well.
There was just too much in a pharmacy that could be eaten. Besides modern medicine, plenty of other pills and tablets could serve as food now. Even multivitamins were a kind of sustenance.