Chapter 227

Chapter 227 Flics and Filth
“No one ever wanted to join that d’mn Blazing Sun Alliance in the first place. All they want is to throw s into the fire as zombie bait. Dream on!”
“You said you needed the bathroom, right? That farmer’s house over there just opened the door, Go take care of it and get back fast–don’t keep Bennic waiting.”
That’s when they saw two people lounging outside the front gate of a countryside home, cracking sunflower seeds like they had all the time in the world.
Rose Kerr’s eyes landed instantly on the pair seated on small folding stools.
One of them–a woman–had her dark hair pulled up in a high ponytail. Even in the scorching heat, she wore a full, crisp combat uniform. She was stunning. Her long hair swayed effortlessly, her pale skin looked so smooth and fresh it seemed to glisten. Not a trace of the apocalypse clung to her. In fact, she looked better cared for than Rose herself.
And that was saying something–Zenith Camp had deep reserves.
Her father had seen the outbreak coming long before the zombie virus actually hit. He’d prepped early: food, water, fuel, people–everything accounted for. Their whole family had been secured inside the camp, shielded from the world falling apart. Life there had been so safe it barely felt like a crisis at all.
Even then, it wasn’t like it used to be before everything went to hell. Supplies only lasted so long. And as the Kerr family’s heiress, Rose had still been forced to ration. Now, not even a year into this mess, their resources were scraping the bottom. Standards of living had taken a nosedive lately.
Jealousy flickered plainly in her eyes. How the hell was this woman living better than her?
Then Rose noticed the guy beside her, fanning her lazily.
Quentin.
“Quentin!” she shouted.
Quentin barely turned his head, casting her a lazy glance before smirking. “Well, look who it is.”
Rose stormed forward, her face twisted in fury. “Who the hell said a roach like you could talk to me?”
The woman beside Quentin paused mid–bite on her sunflower seeds. She glanced at him and asked casually, “Who’s this?”
“I don’t know this filthy parasite!” Rose snapped before Quentin could say a word. The last thing she wanted was for him to call her his cousin. That would be mortifying. “Why aren’t you dead yet? Where’s my grandmother? Weren’t you supposed to be in Ansford? You didn’t bring back my grandma and my two cousins?! ”
Theresa’s expression shifted subtly. She turned to Quentin. “Your cousin?”
“I’m not this worthless insect’s cousin!” Rose spat the words like venom. She stared at Quentin as if the sight of him offended her entire existence. “How the hell are you still alive in the apocalypse? You worthless trash!”
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“If you’re alive, why wouldn’t I be?” Quentin replied, for once actually answering her
“You dare talk back to me?” Rose’s brows shot up in rage. “You disgusting bestard. You’re a disgrace to our family, just like your slt of a mother–low, nasty filth! Parasite! Leeching off the rich just to survive. You’re nothing but a maggot! I get sick just thinking someone like yout shares our blood. You should’ve died a long time ago-”
Wham!
Rose went flying.
The woman beside Quentin–Theresa–stood up, her eyes cold and razor sharp.
“Can’t say if Quentin’s a maggot,” she said, cracking her knuckles, “but your whole family sure smells like sh*t. Flies don’t buzz around clean eggs. Maybe instead of harassing a kid, you should go deal with your men. Your family reeks worse than a public restroom.”
Quentin looked up at her as she stepped in front of him once more.
A wide, genuine smile slowly spread across his face.
“You hit me?!” Rose screamed from the ground. “Do you have any idea who my brother is? He’ll kill you for this!” Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on.net
“Oh really? And who might that be?”
“My brother’s the leader of Zenith Camp! We’re from the Kerr family!”
Just then, a young man came rushing in. The moment he saw Rose sprawled out on the ground, his voice sharpened.
“Rose! What happened?”
“Jasper! They hit me!”
Jasper turned his eyes toward the two standing over her. “Quentin?”
“Yes! That b*stard cursed me, and that filthy woman hit me! Do something!”
Jasper’s face clouded with anger. “You actually laid hands on my sister? Do you even know who I-”
Smack!
A loud slap cracked across his face, silencing him mid–sentence.
Theresa didn’t waste words. She never did. If it could be solved with fists, why bother talking?
Jasper froze for a moment, stunned. Then the pain hit. “You dared to hit me?!”
Smack!
Another one. Harder.
“Do you know who I am? Hitting us means you’re going against Zenith Camp!”
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“Oh no,” Theresa said with mock concern, “Zenith Camp? I’m treinbling. Guess we’ll be enemies then
Smack!
This time, the blow launched Jasper through the air.
He crashed with a loud thud against the courtyard wall of Charlotte’s house.
When he finally hit the ground, Theresa strolled over and planted her boot on his chest. She leaned over him lazily, her voice cool and calm.”
“So, what else did you want to say?”
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