Chapter 152

Chapter 152 A Lifeline Across the Void
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Yesterday, Theresa had made a small purchase that turned out to be a big win.
She pulled a zipline kit from the stash of her domain. One end, she handed to Kyle. “ Secure it here,” she told him, then turned her eyes to the sixth–floor window of the building across the narrow street. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs
“Clear the area!” she shouted.
“Got it!” came the quick reply as the people inside the other building instinctively scrambled out of the
way.
Then-
Crash!
The zipline soared through the air and smashed cleanly through the window.
Cheers erupted from the trapped occupants on the other side. Hope, starved and brittle, flared to life in their eyes.
They were going to be saved.
They were finally getting out of here.
“Get the other end tied off! And don’t let that b*stard move–I’m going in!” Theresa snapped.
She clipped the harness to her waist, eyes locked on a figure in a long black coat near the back of the room.
These were scientists, a group trapped in their office tower for almost half a year.
Luckily, the high–tech building had vending machines, a break room, and even a small convenience store at the lobby level. They’d had supplies–at first. But even rationing couldn’t stretch months into eternity.
After the zombie virus outbreak, they’d hoarded every last item they could scavenge. But a week ago, the last granola bar was gone.
If help hadn’t come soon, starvation would’ve taken them before the undead did.
Whoosh!
A dark figure zipped through the sky, sleek as a shadow. Theresa landed on the window ledge, one boot pressed to the frame, one hand gripping the line, the other reaching for the sill.
Immediately, four or five hands shot out to grab her. They pulled her inside like she was a miracle made. flesh.
She’d barely touched the ground when-
Bang! Bang! Bang!
“Zombies outside!” A tall, broad–shouldered man pointed toward the office door. They’d barricaded it with couches and filing cabinets, but the frosted glass above the handle showed twitching shadows behind it.
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Dozens of zombies slammed themselves against the entrance in a mindless frenzy.
“You’ve been stuck in this tiny room all this time?” Theresa asked.
“Not always. This floor was clear until we tried to rescue him,” the man said, nodding toward someone tied up in the corner.
Theresa looked. Of course. Quentin.
The man was slouched against the wall, wrists bound, wearing his usual smug expression like it was designer cologne.
Everywhere he went, he stirred up disaster like it was a hobby.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Quentin said with a grin. “I brought you guys supplies, didn’t I?”
“Yeah,” someone sneered, “only ‘cause you were trying to hook up with Clarissa.”
Clarissa Linhurst. Maybe twenty–three, twenty–four. Pale from hunger, hair tangled and greasy from weeks without a proper wash, but still, under all that–beautiful.
She stood in the crowd, head bowed. Her eyes flicked toward Quentin with a gaze full of conflicted emotion.
Theresa shook her head. She’d never misjudged Quentin. Not once.
He had all the vices–gluttony, lust, gambling, drinking. He collected bad decisions the way squirrels hoarded acorns.
And no matter where he went, he always brought trouble with him.
“Start crossing now,” Theresa said firmly. “Two at a time. Use the extra harnesses. I’ll deal with him.”
The group hesitated.
Then they looked toward Quentin, just in time to see Theresa walking up with her sleeves rolled and a distinct light in her eyes..
She didn’t say a word.
She just loosened her fists and delivered what could only be described as an enthusiastic chiropractic adjustment.
One punch. Two. A knee to the thigh. A palm strike to the side. Pressure point after pressure point.
It wasn’t fatal. It wasn’t even medically serious. But God, did it hurt.
The scientists stared in wide–eyed awe. A few of them, experts in human physiology, winced as they watched her work. They recognized every single pressure point she hit.
Places designed to maximize pain without breaking bones.
She was surgical in her violence–every blow a lesson in anatomy and vengeance.
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They didn’t know what Quentin had done to her in the past, but clearly, he’d carned every single one of those hits.
If he hadn’t killed her father or stolen her man, it must’ve been something pretty close.
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