Chapter 519 No Excuses in the Apocalypse
Chapter 519 No Excuses in the Apocalypse
“What happened?” The group crowded around Lara, all gazes filled with pity.
“Who bullied you?”
“I was just trying to help. I never thought I’d only make things worse.”
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“What did you try to do, Lara? Everyone knows you’ve got a kind heart,” Graham said, stepping forward with concern.
“Are you blind, Graham? That woman nearly got Theresa killed!” Dave snapped instantly, stupefying Graham.
“I really didn’t mean to,” Lara whimpered, eyes shining with tears. “Everyone was helping, and I thought I should too. I didn’t think it would go wrong.”
Theresa strode over, grabbed Lara by the cor, and hauled her up off her feet. “Good intentions need strength to back them. Do you have any? You think acting like some saint excuses your stupidity?
“You screw up, then try to brush it off with an ‘I didn’t mean it‘? What are you ying at–cute, innocent? You think big t*ts and no brains pass for kindness? You hurt people, then pretend to be some vulnerable fawn. Who the hell are you fooling?”
“I really didn’t-” Lara’s words broke off in a sob.
Theresa swung her toward the window, leaving her legs dangling over the swarm of zombies below. The undead howled at the scent of living flesh. Lara’s mind went nk as terror surged through her, and she shrieked wildly, “Help me! Don’t let me fall!”
Theresa looked her dead in the eye. “So, you’re not that stupid after all! You know danger when it’s right in your face, don’t you? But when it suited you, you made trouble! ying dumb! Acting innocent after you caused a mess! Who’s supposed to put up with that?” Her hand cracked across Lara’s face, again and again, every word punctuated by another blow.
Theresa never coddled anyone. Her ps rang sharp, relentless. Lara broke down, crying and begging. “I’m sorry! I was wrong! Please, don’t kill me! I’ll stop pretending–I swear!”
“What the hell are you doing!” a man’s furious voice shouted.
One of Lara’spanions charged forward. “Put her down! Let her go!”
Tyger, Kyle, and Dave instantly moved to block him.
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Chapter 519 No Excuses in the Apocalypse
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“You’re nothing but thugs!” the man–L Greenwood–roared. He whirled toward Graham, desperate. “Didn’t you say you were regr soldiers? You know Lara–she’s thoughtless<b>, </b>sure, but she’s never malicious! Tell them to let her down!”
Graham turned to face him, his jaw tight, his stance unyielding. He ced himself in front of Theresa, a silent shield. “She nearly got our leader killed. Do wrong, pay the price.”
L’s face twisted with rage. “And you call yourselves soldiers? When the apocalypse broke out, you weren’t there for us, and now you act like savages!”
<i>Another </i><i>one</i>…
Theresa let Lara drop back inside and stalked straight toward him.
L squared his shoulders. “Put her down and apologize, or we’ll never forgive you!”
<i>p</i>!
Theresa’s palm cracked across his face, sending him sprawling.
“You know it’s the apocalypse, and yet you still think the world owes you something? The nation owes you? The soldiers owe you? Or us, now?
“Do you have any idea what people gave, what soldiers gave, when it all began? Everyone out here is carrying weight, bleeding to survive, and you dare sit back and demand service? Who the hell owes you anything?”
Each sentence was followed with a brutal p until L’s face swelled grotesquely. She pinned him under her boot, spitting the final words, “And for the record–we’re not ‘regr soldiers.’ This is the new world. We are the zing Sun Alliance.”
She turned her gaze on the rest. The two men nking Lara trembled, too afraid to speak. Lara herself had copsed into a heap, curling up in the corner with wide, terrified eyes.
After surveying them all, Theresa shifted her attention to Graham. “What exactly happened to you out there?”
Graham’s expression hardened. “Malcolm and Sebastian are badly hurt.”
Five minutester, Theresa arrived in a room on the fourth floor. The stench of blood filled the space. On the bedsy two men inbat uniforms–Malcolm and Sebastian —both pale, drenched in blood, and barely hanging on.