Chapter 438 No Turning Back


    Chapter 438 No Turning Back


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    “Mr. Collier… what do… we do now?” The voice was small but shaky enough to ripple through the group. It came from a girl who’d barely made a sound since this nightmare started.


    The tension was suffocating.


    High–level zombie was closing in. Behind the ssroom doors, the senior–year zombies locked inside were hammering away–ss rattling, metal frames shuddering. Their rotting faces kept smashing against the windows like they were desperate to get a bite. Outside the ssroom wing, the rest of the zombie horde was pouring in like a tide.


    One look around was enough to know–this ce was about to be a blender.


    “Let’s just go back!” the girl blurted, voice cracking.


    “No chance,” Barrett cut in, steady but firm. “Our only shot is to stick with them.”


    There was no other way out. The school was a trap, and staying here meant ending up in pieces.


    Barrett waved everyone forward, keeping them tight as they hustled toward the stairs<b>. </b>


    By the time they hit the ground floor, something felt wrong. The third floor above was dead quiet.


    No sign of the zombie dean. No trace of Theresa or Quentin.


    The corridor stretched out empty like a bad omen.


    “Mr. Collier, they’re gone,” Heidi murmured, her voice tight.


    “Hold on. Let me take a look first.” Barrett crouched down low, scanning the dusty floor for any hint of a trail leading to Theresa.


    Unfortunately, the prints were a messyer uponyer, all stomped into the dirt until nothing made sense. The morning’s zombie chaos had wiped out any hope of reading a trail.


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    Chapter 438 No Turning Back


    He moved to the railing instead.


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    Down below, a knot of zombies stood craning their necks up at him. Their pale eyes gleamed in the fading light, jaws hanging open as they loosed deep, guttural


    moans.


    They didn’t step into the building’s shadow–likely too afraid of the zombie dean inside–yet their intense gaze made his skin crawl. It was the kind of stare that suggested they were already imagining how he’d taste.


    He looked away, a cold shiver running through him.


    Just then, a scream ripped through the air.


    A schoolgirl zombie in a bloodstained uniform burst out of an empty ssroom, aiming straight for the back of the girls.


    Heidi reacted instantly, yanking two girls out of the way. Margaret’s hand slipped free just as she turned and froze at the sight of the thing charging her.


    “Ah!” Her scream was all panic.


    Nixon didn’t think–he dove at her, knocking her down before the schoolgirl zombie could take her head off. The ws still raked across his back, tearing through his shirt like tissue.


    <i>Bam</i><i>! </i>Barrett was already in motion. His swing cracked loudly as the bat connected, sending the schoolgirl zombie flying into the stairwell.


    The bat snapped in half.


    <i>Bang</i><i>! </i><i>Bang</i><i>! </i><i>Bang</i><i>! </i>


    The schoolgirl zombie bounced down the steps,nding in a heap against the wall below. Its limbs were all twisted the wrong way–legs hooked over shoulders, one arm caught behind a knee, the other dangling over its own head.


    Even like that, it lifted its head with a sickening snap and started scrambling back up the stairs like some nightmare insect.


    “Move! Hide!” Barrett barked.


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    A shadow fell across the hall ahead of them.


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    The hulking, bald zombie dean stepped forward, cloudy eyes locking on the students. His huge hands shot out, aiming straight for their throats.


    “No!” Barrett’s shout came toote.


    A metallic cry split the air, and a streak of silver shed past.


    Theresa’s katana came down like lightning on the zombie dean’s neck. The hit rang like steel on steel, sparks bursting from the impact. The skin was tough, with a Level 2 hardness. Most people wouldn’t have even left a mark.


    Still, Theresa wasn’t like most people. Her system–boosted strength surged through her as she pushed down harder, determined to finish the cut.


    The katana bit halfway through before the zombie dean stiffened, an ugly, rattling noise escaping its throat.


    For the first time since turning, it sounded almost… afraid.


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