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Scattered throughout the crowd, a handful of women had abilities–definitely not the type Theresa would
<b>want </b>to <b>croAS</b><b>, </b>
Sage gave a sharpmand. “When you get out, link up with our people. Keep those girls in line, make sure they follow the zing Sun Alliance’s orders. If they don’t–report to me immediately.
“Yes, sir!” Drew <b>and </b>the others responded in unison.
Watching <b>from </b><b>nearby</b>, Theresa instantly saw through it.
Sage was clearly <b>wary </b>of her. This was his test–to see if they’d reall
intel from the outside straight to <b>him</b>.
Men like him were always a pain to deal with<b>. </b>
fly back to Ansford and pass along
She stood by as the group began boarding the helicopter. When Drew <b>was </b>about to get onst. Theresa suddenly stopped him.
There’s a weight limit, she said tly. “You guys <b>are </b><b>over</b>. One of you needs to get off.”
Drew said nothing, ring at her.
Without hesitation<b>, </b>Theresa reached out and yanked him down.
Sage’s expression darkened, but before he could speak, Kyle called out from the cockpit at just the right time. “The three of them are <b>just </b>under. Any more and we can’t lift off.
Sage paused, then nodded slightly. “Alright.”
Drew turned to him. “Mr. Arlen, I-
“Wait for the next trip, Sage interrupted gently.
Sage was still smiling at Theresa, still looking calm and kind.
Theresa didn’t answer. She just returned the smile and walked <b>away</b>.
Once she was out of earshot, Drew stepped up beside Sage. “Mr. Arlen, she’s messing with us. She’s ying games. I bet she’ll tell her people not to show up tomorrow.”
Sage let out a quietugh. “It doesn’t matter. As long <b>as </b>she’s still here, if she wants to stall–she stalls with <ol><li>me. </li></ol>
“What about that guy with her?”
Sage’s gaze shifted toward Quentin. His expression turned cold. “If the helicopter <b>doesn’t </be tomorrow, take him out.”
Drew gave <b>a </b>nod. “Got it.”
Just then, a sudden shout broke out from the edge of camp.
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Zombies!”
“They’reing!”
Theresa, who was deep in the crowd still thinking about how to dy the next helicopter run, froze at the
cries.
She turned toward the noise–and saw them.
A massive honde burst out of the woods. Easily over a hundred–men, women, elderly, even children. Some had their necks twisted at impossible angles. Others limped, dragging broken limbs. A few scrambled on all fours like animals, It was a frenzied stampedeing in from the west.
“Amaargh<b>!</b>”
“Aaaargh!”
“Aaaargh!”
Theresa guessed the constant helicopter flights these past few days had drawn the zombies in, bit by bit, until they finally tracked the group down
Leading the horde was a young male zombie in a white tank top and running shorts, his buzz–cut hair still intact. He looked like a former athlete–muscr, fast, lethal.
His muscles still retained a <b>certain </b>fluidity, and he sprinted with powerful momentum. A chunk of flesh had been torn from <b>his </b>shoulder all the way down to his forearm, exposing bone–yet it didn’t affect his arm swing in the slightest.
This was a pro athlete zombie. Within seconds, he broke from the rest of the pack and charged straight at the camp.
“Aaaargh
His pale face twisted with hunger, the zombie lunged at the closest man, <b>jaws </b>open wide.
The man yanked two des from his belt and shed at its head.
Crack!
He’d expected to split the <b>skull</b>–but the zombie’s skin was tough. <b>Too </b>tough. The de lodged deep in its head and stuck.
Snarling, the <b>zombie </b>howled and lunged again–de still embedded in <b>its </b>skull–as it tackled the man to the ground.
<b>“</b>Aaaargh!”
The zombie, the de still lodged in its skull, crashed into the man’s shoulder. Its mouth gaped open. strands of <b>thick</b>, foul–smelling blood stretching between its jaws as it sank its teeth into him.
<b>It </b>all happened man instant–so fast no one had time to react.
From the moment the <b>man </b>drew his des to the moment the athlete zombie tackled him, barely two
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seconds had passed.
He hadn’t managed to kill it with the first strike, and that single mistake sealed his fate,
<b>But </b><b>what </b>happened next caught Theresa off guard.
Crunch!
As the zombie bit down, a sharp screech rang out–its teeth scraped against something solid, like metal.
Zecel!
Its teeth shattered.
At the same time, the man drove both his des forward–one still embedded in the zombie’s skull, the other clenched tightly in his hand.
Thud!
With veins bulging and muscles tensed, he unleashed his full strength and hacked the zombie’s head clean off.
The athlete zombie dropped instantly, revealing a metal te strapped to the <b>man’s </b>shoulder beneath his clothes
“Well, that’s pretty clever
Theresa and Quentin had been watching from the <b>back </b>of the crowd..
That was when she noticed that almost every member of Sage’s team had metal tes hidden beneath. their clothing,
Waists, shoulders, thighs–all the critical areas were reinforced.
Most of the armor looked like it had been fashioned from scavenged billboard panels–some still bore <b>faded </b>advertisements from the city.
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