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“No one ever wanted to join that d’mn zing Sun Alliance in the first ce<b>. </b><b>All </b><b>they </b><b>want </b>is to throw s into the fire <b>as </b>zombie bait. Dream on!”
“You said you needed the bathroom, right? That farmer’s house over there just opened the door, <i>Go </i>take care of it and get back fast–don’t keep Bennic waiting.”
That’s when they saw two people lounging outside the front gate of a countryside home, cracking sunflower seeds like they had all the time in the world.
Rose Kerr’s eyesnded instantly on the pair seated on small folding stools.
One of them–a woman–had her dark hair pulled up in a high ponytail. Even in the scorching heat, she wore a full, crispbat uniform. She was stunning. Her long hair swayed effortlessly, her pale <b>skin </b>looked so smooth and fresh it seemed to glisten. Not a trace of the apocalypse clung to her. In fact<b>, </b>she looked better cared for than Rose herself.
And that was saying something–Zenith Camp had deep reserves.
Her father had seen the outbreaking long before the zombie virus actually hit. He’d prepped <b>early</b><b>: </b>food, water, fuel, people–everything ounted for. Their whole family had been <b>secured </b>inside the camp, shielded from the world falling apart. Life there had been so safe it barely felt like <i>a </i>crisis <i>at </i>all<b>. </b>
Even then, it wasn’t like it used to be before everything went to hell. Supplies onlysted so long. And <b>as </b>the Kerr family’s heiress, Rose had still been forced to ration. Now, not even a year into this mess, <b>their </b>resources were scraping the bottom. Standards of living had taken a nosedivetely.
Jealousy flickered inly in her eyes. How the hell was this woman living better than her?
Then Rose noticed the guy beside her, fanning herzily.
Quentin.
“Quentin!” she shouted.
Quentin barely turned his head, casting her azy nce before smirking. “Well, look who it is.”
Rose stormed forward, her face twisted in fury. “Who the hell said a roach like you could talk to me?”
The woman beside Quentin paused mid–bite on her sunflower seeds. She nced at him and asked casually, “Who’s this?”
“I don’t know this filthy parasite!” Rose snapped before Quentin could say a word. Thest thing she wanted was for him to call her his cousin. That would be mortifying. “Why aren’t you dead yet? Where’s my grandmother? Weren’t you supposed to be in Ansford? You didn’t bring back my grandma and my <b>two </b>cousins?!<b>” </b>
Theresa’s expression shifted subtly. She turned to Quentin. “Your cousin?”
“I’m not this worthless insect’s cousin!” Rose spat the words like venom. She stared at Quentin as if the sight of him offended her entire existence. “How the hell are you still alive in the apocalypse? You worthless trash!”
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“If you’re alive, why wouldn’t I be?” Quentin replied, for once actually answering <b>her </b>
“You dare talk back to me?” Rose’s brows shot up in rage. “You disgusting bestard. You’re <b>a </b>disgrace to <b>our </b>family, just like your slt of a mother–low, nasty filth! Parasite! Leeching off the rich just to <b>survive</b>. You’re nothing but a maggot! I get sick just thinking someone like yout shares our blood. You should’ve <b>died </b><b>a </b>long time ago-”
Wham!
Rose went flying.
The woman beside Quentin–Theresa–stood up, her eyes cold and razor sharp.
“Can’t say if Quentin’s a maggot,” she said, cracking her knuckles, “but your whole family sure smells like sh*t. Flies don’t buzz around clean eggs. Maybe instead of harassing a kid, you should go deal with your men. Your family reeks worse than a public restroom.”
Quentin looked up at her as she stepped in front of him once more.
A wide, genuine smile slowly spread across his face.
“You hit me?!” Rose screamed from the ground. “Do you have any idea who my brother is? <b>He’ll </b>kill you for this!”
“Oh really? And who might that be?”
“My brother’s the leader of Zenith Camp! We’re from the Kerr family!”
Just then, a young man came rushing in. The moment he saw Rose sprawled out on the ground, his voice sharpened.
“Rose! What happened?”
“Jasper! They hit me!”
Jasper turned his eyes toward the two standing over her. “Quentin?”
“Yes! That b*stard cursed me, and that filthy woman hit me! Do something!”
Jasper’s face clouded with anger. “You actuallyid hands on my sister? Do you even know who I-”
<i>Smack</i><i>! </i>
A loud p cracked across his face<b>, </b>silencing him mid–sentence.
Theresa didn’t waste words. She never did. If it could be solved with fists, why bother talking?
Jasper froze for a moment, stunned. Then the pain hit. “You dared to hit me?!”
<i>Smack</i><i>! </i>
Another one. Harder.
“Do you know who I am? Hitting us means you’re going against Zenith Camp!”
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“Oh no,” Theresa said with mock concern, “Zenith Camp<b>? </b>I’m treinbling. Guess <b>we’ll </b>be <b>enemies </b>then
<i>Smack</i>!
This time, the blowunched Jasper through the air.
He crashed with a loud thud against the courtyard wall of Charlotte’s house.
When he finally hit the ground, Theresa strolled over and nted her boot on his chest<b>. </b><b>She </b><b>leaned </b><b>over </b>himzily, her voice cool and calm.”
“So, what else did you want to say?”
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