Chapter 216

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When they flashed the flashlight in that direction, they found Ginny slumped against the emergency exit
door.
“Ginny?”
“Sunlow? ”
She clutched the handle, her body trembling violently, looking like she was in serious pain. “W– We made a promise, right? That we’d be friends forever. Even when we applied for college… we said we’d go to the same one. Dawn, Mila, Phoebe… I… I feel awful.”
Just then, a new sound rose behind them.
From the quiet underground garage–specifically from the direction of the pharmacy Theresa had just left -came the thunderous stomping of countless zombies.
“Hrrhh-”
“Hrrhh-”
“Hrrhh-”
The horde that had been blocking the door finally forced it open. Like a dam breaking, the wave of zombies surged toward them.
“Aaaugh!”
The shriek came from the nearest creature, and in the next second, Ginny lunged forward like a black shadow, aiming straight for the closest people–Ian and Mila. Her face was pale and ghastly, her eyes sunken and dark, and beneath them, the cloudy, gray–white irises of a full–blown zombie.
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Ian and Mila gasped in horror, but to their credit, no one screamed this time.
Instinct took over–Ian shoved Mila to the side and stepped forward to face the undead Ginny himself.
Shiiing!
A flash of cold steel–the gleam of a katana.
Thump!
The zombie’s body collapsed at Ian’s feet, its severed head rolling right up to his shoes. At that moment, he felt his entire back go numb.
“Ian!” Mila threw herself into his arms.
Still trembling, Ian held her tightly. “I’m fine. I’m okay. I’m right here.”
Moments like these revealed who people truly were.
“What are you standing around for? Move!” Theresa shouted, already stepping into the emergency
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stairwell.
The other two couples had gone in right behind her. Ian quickly grabbed Mila’s hand. “Let’s go! Stick with her – we’ll be fine!”
Once everyone was inside, Theresa slammed the door shut behind them and locked it from within. As they started up the stairwell, the sound of zombies slamming against the door echoed up from below.
These were the ones that had followed them all the way from the pharmacy, now howling and clawing at the reinforced barrier. But this door was a hell of a lot stronger than the pharmacy’s flimsy aluminum one. It was a proper fire–rated safety door.
Even so, the constant thud – thud – thud of zombie bodies crashing into it made everyone’s hearts race. No one dared fall behind as they pressed closer to Theresa’s lead.
By the time they reached the ground floor, light finally broke through the gloom. Sunlight poured through a window in the fire escape, lighting the way ahead.
Theresa pushed open the first–floor exit and, just as expected, they found themselves inside a sprawling car dealership showroom. Rows of gleaming new vehicles lined the display floor–every single one of them a luxury model.
Since she was here now, she wouldn’t be leaving empty–handed.
With Quentin slung over her shoulder, Theresa gripped his hand, pretending he was the one with the space–based ability. But, really, it was her–sedans, pickup trucks, minivans, SUVs, sports cars; she took them all.
As she continued stashing the cars, she called out to the others, “Go find me the keys!”
No one dared defy her. They were counting on Theresa to lead them out of here. The group immediately scattered toward the sales desks and employee rooms in search of keys.
By the time Theresa had finished stashing every vehicle but two SUVs, she looked around and frowned. “Still haven’t found the keys?”
Right then, Jack and Dawn came running out of the employee lounge. “Miss, Phoebe and Mila have stomachaches!”
“They’re using the restroom. Let’s wait for them.”
Theresa stared at them, deadpan, then strode toward them with a cold expression. “Keys.”
Jack and Dawn exchanged a glance. “We found them. Phoebe and Mila have them. As soon as they’re done, we’ll bring them right over.”
Behind her, Quentin chuckled. “Call them dumb and they show a glimmer of sense. Say they’ve got brains, and they turn right around and prove you wrong. Still, they don’t abandon their own.”
“And what about you?” Theresa saw an opening for a jab. “How about learning something from them–for once–try being loyal to your teammates.
Quentin smirked. “I’m only loyal to my sexual partner.”
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Theresa let out an exasperated groan, dropped him to the ground, and punched him again.
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