“You went to school here?”
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“No, my teacher retired after my ss, but then got rehired here,” Theresa said. “He was incredible. Remembered every student like we were his own kids.”
“Oh, Quentin nodded, confused. “I never went to school. I don’t really know.”
Theresa blinked in surprise. “You didn’t go to school at all? Not even mandatory education?”
“My mom lied to my dad, said public schools were bad, and promised to send me to a private school. Then, she dropped me off at the cheapest daycare she could find. My old man’s money was the only thing she wanted.
“The daycare didn’t want me after a while. I stayed home until I ended up in juvie.”
Theresa listened quietly. “It’s a wonder you can even read.”
Quentin stayed silent.
“Don’t be down on yourself,” she said kindly. “Being a homebody counts. You’re already ahead of a lot of people.”
“Seriously? There are people with less schooling than me?”
“Yeah. Like unborn babies.”
He almost jumped to bite her.
Suddenly, sharp footsteps echoed from the right stairwell.
Theresa looked toward the sound.
In the silent hallway, a ck stiletto appeared first.
The heel hit the floor, revealing a long leg wrapped in sheer stockings. Next came a short ck skirt, a tight zer, and a crisp white blouse.
The woman stumbled down the stairs.
She clearly wasn’t used to those heels,
Momentum pushed her forward for several unsteady steps.
Finally steady, the woman lowered her head right in front of them.
“Grrr-”
The zombie teacher raised her pale, twisted face in a feral grin. Starving, she ignored the painful heels and charged forward with pounding footsteps.
At the same time, shuffling came from the left stairwell.
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Four or five zombies poured down, missing arms, legs, half–eaten faces, hollowed bellies.
These old zombies had been starving for years. Fresh prey sent them rushing forward.
“Hungry.”
“So hungry.”
The monsters were being driven by their hunger.
Something slithered out of its scabbard.
Theresa drew her de fast. She shed clean across the nearest zombie’s skull.
Blood sttered as the creature dropped instantly.
She grabbed Quentin, pulled him behind her, and tore through the oing horde.
One sh, one kill.
Her moves were sharp and precise.
There was no wasted motion and no theatrics.
Within thirty seconds, all charging zombiesy dead.
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Theresa told Quentin to pick up the gleamstones scattered around. She made deliberate noise on the first floor, trying to lure any upstairs zombies down.
When done, she moved upstairs.
The office building had five floors.
Theresa killed eleven zombies in total.
Still, something felt off.
Too few zombies for a ce this big.
Puzzled, she finished the first floor and moved up.
The second floor was eerily quiet.
Dust trails were the only signs of the earlier fight.
She checked each room quickly.
No zombies.
The third floor was just as silent
Dead quiet.
From the third floor up, the office connected to the school building next door.
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Theresa swept each floor carefully.
After killing three stragglers, she was sure no high–level zombies hid inside.
As she prepared to check the school building, she spotted several shadows on the rooftop.
They moved quickly, trying to hide, but Theresa’s sharp eyes caught them. <i>People</i>? she thought.
Without hesitation, Theresa grabbed Quentin and sprinted toward the school building.
She ran down a long corridor to the stairs.
Three quick stepster, she reached the rooftop and faced a locked door.
She kicked the door open with brutal force.
Nothing could stop Theresa–not locked doors, not zombies.