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It pushed its way through the sea of zombies, heading straight for the front door that was moments away from being breached–and locked it.
Theresa’s chest tightened as if a giant hand had squeezed her heart.
Now she understood.
She finally knew why every ssroom on the fifth and fourth floors had been locked.
When the outbreak began, a teacher had thought of every student still inside.
He had fought his way back, risking everything, and locked the students in their ssrooms–to protect them.
Even after bing a zombie, that instinct remained.
Its hands still turned the key to keep other zombies from breaking in.
Theresa stared at the familiar figure and parted her lips. “Mr. Dalton.”
“Mr. Collier, goodbye!”
At that moment, a voice came from the ssroom.
Nixon was clutching Margaret tightly. His neck had been bitten again and again, blood soaking most of his shirt and half his face,
Through the ss, that blood–streaked face broke into a wide smile.
<i>“</i>Goodbye, everyone.”
Margaret, trapped in his arms, pped frantically at the window. Her fingers wed at thetch Nixon gripped in a death hold.
It wouldn’t budge.
He wouldn’t let her open it.
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“Help me! Please, help me!”
Her screams rang with terror–until they didn’t.
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With a guttural snarl, Nixon’s cloudy gray eyes glinted, and he sank his teeth into her neck.
More and more zombies swarmed to the window.
Growling and snapping, they piled on, fighting over the only fresh meat in sight.
“Nixon! Margaret!”
Inside the vehicle, Barrett let out a broken sob. He covered his face, tears spilling freely.
Every student was his life. Even Margaret. Even her.
In the end, he still wanted to save her.
Now, they were gone.
“Mr. Collier.”
“Don’t cry, Mr. Collier.”
“Mr. Collier…”
Heidi and the others crowded close, trying tofort him. Their own tears sttered to the floor.
The engine roared as Quentin mmed the gas pedal to the floor.
The Reaper came alive again, gears whirring in the plow as the sharp des spun.
The noise drew swarms of zombie students, but the Reaper tore through them, crushing bodies under its weight.
Blue–and–white school uniforms flew through the air like leaves in a storm.
It carved a bloody path through the sea of the undead, forcing its way out.
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Theresa <b>turned </b>to look back <b>at </b>the school building, the sunset bleeding behind it.
Endless waves of zombie <b>students </b>still poured from the halls.
If not for the apocalypse, it would have looked like students heading to dinner after ss.
Among the tide. Theresa spotted a hunched figure that didn’t <b>quite </b>belong.
An old zombie, maybe seventy or eighty, shuffled along with the horde <b>until </b>it reached the doorway.
Its cloudy eyes—whether carrying a spark of <b>humanity </b>or merely drawn by the sound—stayed fixed on the departing vehicle.
That vehicle carried students it had once <b>taught</b>.
Now they were leaving.
“Goodbye. Mr. Dalton.” Theresa whispered.
The night fell with the rumble of engines and the re of sparks.
By the time darkness fully swallowed thend. Theresa had returned to the zing Sun Alliance’s territory.
A wall of zombies stretched across the road ahead, shoulder to shoulder.
In the backseat, where three people should have fit, six were crammed together.
Barrett and the others were slowly emerging from the grief of leaving their school and losing their friends—until they saw the vast horde in front of them.
“Miss, there are a lot of zombies up ahead,” someone warned.
“What’s there to be afraid of?” Theresa replied.
As soon as she spoke, Heidi saw lights re in the darkness ahead.
High–powered floodlights from towers seventy to a hundred feet tall bathed the
road in white.
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Stretching out to the horizon stood a colossal steel wall, an unbroken fortress.
Every zombie was trapped outside it.
As their vehicle advanced, every zombie within five hundred yards ahead was wiped out.
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The sound of massive guillotine des mixed with muffled gunfire.
The zombies blocking their way fell like cut grass.
Their armored car didn’t slow for a second, driving straight through the corpse- littered ground toward the towering wall that loomed ahead–majestic, unyielding, and bristling with power.
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