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Chapter 212 No Savior, No Promises
Theresa had finally finished gathering all the medicine, and fan came over with two bulging sacks <b>of </b>supplies, when two young men from across the room stepped forward.
“That stuff’s ours. You can take it, but only if you agree to a condition!”
Theresa lookedzily at the two young men now standing in front of her. Behind them, four young women had also followed, all staring at her like she was some exotic animal in a zoo.
Theresa didn’t bother replying. She could already tell these kids weren’t going to say anything smart. Sure enough, Jack couldn’t hold it in. “If you’re taking our stuff, then you have to protect us!”
“Yeah, you’ve gotta stay here and keep us safe!” the girls echoed.
?an stayed quiet, holding the medicine while watching Theresa closely.
Theresa took the bags from him and slung them over Quentin’s shoulders. “Last another ten days or so<b>, </b>and you might actually get rescued.”
Quentin wasn’t sure what to think of thatment, but Ian’s eyes lit up at the mention of <b>rescue</b>. And the rest of the group were like curious toddlers, immediately pelting her with questions.
“Who’sing to rescue us?”
“Why ten days or so?”
“What if no one shows up in ten days?”
“What if we can’t make it that long?”
“There’s no food left–what if we starve to death?<b>” </b>
Theresa had zero patience. “Then die.”
She hoisted Quentin up and started walking out with all the supplies.
The high–school grads didn’t want her to leave, but none of them dared to stop her either. They had just seen her kill someone–well, a zombie, but still–with one swift blow. That image was still seared into their minds. Their instincts told them not to get in her way.
But they couldn’t just stand by and watch her go either.“=
“You’re just gonna leave like this?!”
“You can’t abandon us!”
“Take me to my parents! They’ve got money–if you bring me to them, they’ll definitely pay you!”
“Me too! Take me with you!”
A few of the girls surged forward and tried to cling to Theresa.
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Theresa looked at this group of teens still living in the past, still clueless about what it <b>meant </b>to survive in an <b>apocalypse</b><b>. </b>They didn’t even have the awareness that Yuki did. With an irritated <b>sigh</b><b>, </b>she <b>reached </b>for her de–clearly ready to give them a crash course in reality.
Just then<b>, </b>Jack suddenly called out, “Wait! There’s more medicine here!”
He jogged over to her. “There’s a storage room underground. I know there’s a big stash of modern meds <b>in </b>there!”
Now that caught her interest<b>. </b>“Where?”
“Downstairs. I can take you… But you have to promise to get us out of here.”
“No can do,” Theresa replied bluntly. “There are too many of you, and you’re all too d*mn clueless. Wait for rescue—if you live that long.”
Silence fell over the group.
“Could you at least help clear out some of the zombies for us?”
Theresa shook her head. “With what you’ve got, the best I can offer is some advice on how to not die<b>. </b>That’s it. I’lle back and clear it out myself next time.”
Jack hesitated only half a second before nodding. “Deal.”
“Reinforce the main doors. Stack anything heavy in front of them. Don’t grab short des<b>–</b>use the metal crutches from the med kits. They’re better. Aim for the head. Zombies go down if you smash their skulls. If you don’t know what you’re doing, just bash their heads in until they stop moving. And for the love of God, stop screaming! If you see a zombie and can’t fight, don’t yell–just shut up and move! Got it, you little idiots?”
Everyone nodded fervently.
“Lead the way. I’ll give you some pointers as we go.”
“Okay!” Jack immediately turned and led Theresa toward the stairs.
This time, when they saw the zombies downstairs, no one screamed. Even when they passed Michael’s body–now fully zombified and pinned to the wall–the girls didn’t cry. They kept their heads down and tried to shrink their presence, sticking close to Theresa as if she were a walking fortress. Outside the ss doors, rows of snarling, hollow–eyed zombies pressed their faces against the panes, mouths wide and twisted with hunger.
Before this, the high–school grads had mostly stayed holed up on the second floor. They’d tried to watch the zombies from afar, but they had always been too scared to really study them, especially the girls. With food and water still around, none of them had been forced to face danger head–on.
But now, seeing the undead so close, close enough to w their way through if the <b>ss </b>gave way, they finally understood what kind of world they were in. The girls who had boyfriends clung to them tightly.
Dawn and Jack’s rtionship, which had been on the rocks, quietly patched itself back <i>tog </i>
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