Chapter 440 It’s All Your Fault
They had called him a simp.
They’d even said that Margaret didn’t like him at all. In fact, she wouldn’t
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remember any of the things he had done for her. Instead, she would only call him a fool behind his back.
Now, he believed them.
He felt like aplete idiot.
“Nixon, don’t worry. I won’t touch you, okay? Just let me take a look at you,” Barrett said gently, looking at the torn clothes on Nixon’s back.
They were all dressed heavily as a means of prevention. Thus, they all hadyers of long and short–sleeved uniforms piled on themselves.
Due to their attire, it was impossible to tell if someone had actually been scratched.
“You’re basically a walking ball of clothes. I’m sure you’ll be fine,” Barrett added calmly, trying his best to reassure Nixon.
Nixon shook off his hand and muttered, “Mr. Collier, I’m not scratched.”
Then, he started to take off his clothes one by one.
His eyes were fixed on Margaret in front of him the entire time.
Soon, his upper body was bare for all to see, revealing his unblemished back.
There were no scratches.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief at the sight. Then, they wasted no time saying, “Thank goodness you’re alright.”
“God, my heart’s still pounding. Thank God everything’s okay.”
“Nixon, hurry up and put your clothes back on.”
Nixon red at Margaret, putting his clothes back on one by one.
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Once he was dressed, Margaret, who had been raising a racket, finally realized she had misspoken.
She looked at her faithful simp. When she noticed that he was upset, she said, “Nixon, I was just too frightened. Please don’t take it to heart.”
Nixon merely scoffed at her coldly before turning on his heel to a corner far away from her.
When Margaret noticed his reaction, her already ugly mood turned even uglier. So, she hissed, “Nixon, what’s with you? Everyone was checking for wounds earlier. I had to say something if you were injured. Our survival was at stake here!”
“Margaret, please. Nixon got hurt trying to save you,” Heidi cut in.
“And who are you to butt in, huh? I wouldn’t have been in danger if it weren’t for you! Nixon wouldn’t have had to save me! The audacity of you to speak when it was all your fault in the first ce!” Margaret screeched.
Heidi couldn’t only stare at Margaret, utterly speechless by her amazing logic.
Margaret’s words also made everyone else ufortable. So, they turned away from her, distancing themselves from her.
When Margaret noticed their actions, she got even angrier and kicked the table before her in a fit of fury.
“Hmph!” she harrumphed.
Then, she thought to herself, <i>They’re </i><i>all </i><i>a </i><i>bunch </i><i>of </i><i>b</i><i>*</i><i>tches</i>. <i>These </i><i>b</i><i>*</i><i>tches </i><i>should </i><i>just </i>die <i>already</i>! <i>And </i><i>that </i><i>d</i><i>*</i><i>mned </i><i>Nixon</i><i>… </i><i>I’ll </i><i>never </i><i>give </i><i>him </i><i>the </i><i>time </i><i>of </i><i>day </i><i>ever </i><i>again</i><i>! </i>
Theresa quietly watched this unfold before her, her gaze eventually falling on every single person in the ssroom.
Suddenly, a particrly taciturn girl raised her hand and said, “Mr. Collier, I need to use the restroom.”
When Barrett heard her, he only replied, “Just do it in the ssroom. Get something to cover you for privacy.”
“I need to do a number two,” she answered with a wince.
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“Just make do,” he said firmly.
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Margaret interjected, “I need to use the restroom too, and I refuse to do it here! The restroom is right next door. I’m going to the bathroom.”
“There are zombies outside…” someone murmured hesitantly, trying to persuade her otherwise.
“Then, you’ll apany me to thedies‘ room,” Margaret dered as if it were her right.
Everyone only stared at her, wholly dumbfounded by her shamelessness.
Just then, a clear voice rang out, “I’ll go with you.”
Theresa was the one who had spoken.
Barrett turned to look at Theresa.
“Hurry up.” Theresa smiled as she sauntered to the door.
Margaret faced Theresa, her pretty face immediately scowling with displeasure. “I don’t want you to apany me.”
“Then, we’ll go together,” Barrett said with a tone of finality.
He had considered all his options.
One of them was that they had to leave the ssroom if they wanted to leave the school building under Theresa’s protection.
So, there was no reason to reject Theresa’s kind offer. If anything, this bathroom trip would be a lot safer now that she was there to protect them.
Besides, the restroom was right next door, so they could all go together.
After making up his mind, he nodded to Theresa in acquiescence.
Everyone else rose to their feet, regaining their spirits.
Then, their anxious eyes turned to Theresa as she opened the ssroom door. The door slowly swung open with a barely there creak.
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The hallway was silent and empty.
It was dead quiet.
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Theresa stood in the middle of the hallway, carefully surveying the area. Once she was sure that they were safe, she nodded to the people inside the ssroom, giving them the green light.
Therge group immediately huddled together, stepping out of the ssroom with wobbly knees.
The second they did, Theresa instantly felt the zombies in the hallway turning restless.
She was certain of it now–these people were amazing zombie bait..
Still, she said nothing and continued to lead the people to the restroom step by careful step.
Suddenly, a zombie girl in a miniskirt and bangs sprang out from the restroom with a roar.
Her body was an absolute mess. Her uniform, especially the butterfly bow around her neck, was torn and bitten beyond recognition. Her bloodied and gruesome wound of meat and sinew was fused to her uniform, making it impossible for anyone to distinguish the difference between fiber and flesh.
Her face was even worse.
There were dense bite marks on her face, leaving bloody pits oozing with gore. Her nose<i>, </i><i>eyes</i>, and mouth had all been bitten through. They could even see distinct bite marks around the edges.