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<i>The </i>kind <i>of </i><i>drug </i><i>she </i><i>has</i><i>! </i><i>It’s </i><i>actually </i><i>so </i><i>effective</i><i>! </i><i>This </i><i>can </i><i>especially </i><i>counter </i><i>the </i><i>unbearable </i><i>aftereffects </i><i>we’ve </i><i>been </i><i>suffering </i><i>for </i><i>years</i><i>! </i><i>If </i><i>the </i><i>whole </i><i>camp </i><i>can take </i><i>it</i><i>… </i>Even Sage’s calm, steady eyes couldn’t hide their tremor as he stared at Theresa.
When the shock passed, he asked, “Ms. Hall, can you supply this pill to me on arge scale?”
“Mr. Arlen, listen to yourself. Of course not,” Theresa replied tly.
Sage fell silent, exasperated.
“This pill is too rare, too difficult to produce. Our research division has just developed it. There aren’t even a hundred in the whole alliance. My men haven’t even had the chance to try it yet.” She paused deliberately, then smiled. “But you and I—why, you’re my brother from another mother, no? I know the state of your camp. I’ll find a way to supply you.”
Sage studied her, the corner of his lips lifting into a foxlike smile. “And the catch?”
“You and Dawnwatch Camp stay put and help us clear out Branford and Crestmont.”
Sage and his men were jackals. Turned inward, they were dangerous. But aimed outward, they were <i>a </i>de sharper than steel. They killed zombies like soldiers filling a quota, as vicious as Theron’s army–sometimes even more so. And Sage’s rule was bloodier than Theron’s iron discipline.
Now that Theresa had found a way to control them with the Detox Pill, she had already decided on their role. Let this pack of mad dogs do the dirty work–ughtering zombies and clearing ground. That way, their strength was spent on the right target.
“Besides the Detox Pill, I can provide you with supplies. All you have to do is kill. Leave the rest <i>to </i>me.”
“So, this makes me part of your alliance?”
“When Branford and Crestmont are clear, the zing Sun Alliance will wee you with open arms. We’ll be waiting.”
Sage’s foxlike eyes glimmered with amusement. He knew she was using him as a weapon. But the Detox Pill was <i>too </i>tempting. For years, he and his people had eaten gleamstones raw, poisoning their bodies until every outbreak was more unbearable than thest. Without relief, they would copse sooner orter.
In fact, he sometimes thought that if Theresa hadn’t swindled their gleamstonesst year,
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many of them might have overdosed and exploded by now. She had told him cooking <b>the </b>stones reduced the side effects, and he’d found it true–but by then, the poison inside them was already too heavy.
Now, just one of Theresa’s pills left him feeling half renewed.
“Fine. But I want 300 Detox Pills every week.”
“No problem.” Theresa agreed without hesitation. The deal was sealed: she would provide Detox Pills and supplies, and Sage would throw his people against the zombies.
When they stepped back out, most of the others were still awake, unsettled by Drew’s earlier outburst. No one dared sleep.
Outside, the chorus of zombies grew louder, but the fortress still held. Everyone waited for the zombie king to appear. Yet even as dawn came, it never showed.
Theresa was surprised. <i>Could </i><i>it </i><i>really </i><i>have </i><i>gone </i><i>this </i><i>smoothly</i><i>? </i>
As the first light broke, the horde outside slowed, their frenzied movements weakening. At the eastern window, the zombie that had wedged its skull through the bars still battered its head against the barricade, its withered face mangled and bloody. Every strike dragged bone against metal, screeching in the morning air.
“Roar…”
“Roar…”
The zombies stood stiffly around the fortress, mindlessly crashing against the walls.
When the night finally passed without disaster, Theresa checked below, found nothing out of the ordinary, and gave the order to move.
“You two all right?” she asked Malcolm and the other wounded.
“We’re fine now,” they said. After a night’s rest, their wounds had nearly healed.
“Good. Then let’s get out of here,”
She gathered the group, everyone packing their things quickly before they <b>set </b>out.
They pushed open the doors to find the traps they had set the night before untouched.
“What a waste,” Graham muttered.
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“Waste, my *ss. You want zombiesing through instead?” Dave smacked him on the head. Better wasted traps than a fight for their lives.