Chapter 449

Chapter 449 Closing the Door
“Go back and work like mules for me!”
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Margaret was next, dragging herself forward and gasping. “Help me up, too! ”
“Not even if my life depended on it, you useless leech! Go die wherever you want!” Theresa smacked her so hard she went flying.
Margaret hit the ground, stunned, watching Reece, Nixon, and Barrett getting ready to leave.
Panic surged.
They are really going to abandon me!
How could they?
And that shameless witch Theresa!
Margaret sprang to her feet, bolting for the sliding window. Seizing the moment before anyone noticed, she slammed it shut with a snap and threw the lock.
Her fingers clamped down on the latch like a vice.
“If I’m going to die, we’re all going to die!”
A guttural roar sounded.
The zombies at the back door had finally broken through.
The breach was far more dangerous than the side with the window–there was nothing to slow them down, nothing to stop them from tearing everyone apart.
In that instant, Nixon didn’t hesitate. He lunged at Margaret, prying her hands from the lock and wrenching the window back open. “Mr. Collier, get them out of
here–now!”
Then, he wrapped his arms around her and rolled straight toward the incoming horde.
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< Chapter 449 Closing the Door “Nixon! No!” Barrett started to dive after him. +5 Free Coins The zombies, now presented with fresh prey, let out an eager snarl and swiped with hooked claws. Theresa watched the raw loyalty between teacher and student and sighed. Fine. She’d step in. Just as she was about to unleash her ability, a sudden wave of overwhelming mental ability swept in from outside. The moment it hit, every zombie charging Nixon froze mid–motion. Theresa’s head snapped toward the classroom door. The place was a wreck. Most of the windows facing the hall had been shattered. The desks and chairs stacked against them were toppled, and zombies were crawling over and through the gaps. The back door was worst of all–half open, with a wall of snarling, mindless faces pouring in unchecked. The fastest of them had already reached the middle of the room, claws raised, ready to strike Nixon and Margaret. Bang! The half–open door slammed shut from the outside. The surge of zombies was abruptly cut off. A moment later came the rattle of keys. Theresa stared, stunned–someone was locking it from the outside. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by ͟.net “Mr. Dalton’s here!” a voice cried out, brimming with relief, Barrett saw the door locking, saw the zombies held still by sheer mental ability, and rushed to Nixon and Margaret. O 2/4 Chapter 449 Closing the Door “Hurry! Mr. Dalton’s here to save us!” He reached out to grab them. +5 Free Coins Nixon gave him a faint, almost resigned smile. “Mr. Collier, I can’t. One of them got me. Go.” Only then did Barrett notice the deep claw marks raked across Nixon’s back–no jacket this time to block the blow. “Mr. Collier, no! Take me with you!” Margaret screamed, thrashing in Nixon’s iron grip. Another roar split the air. The zombie behind Nixon twitched back to life. Not even a high–level zombie’s mental suppression could hold it when fresh, living meat was this close. Its teeth sank into Nixon’s neck. Hot blood sprayed across both their faces. Margaret shrieked even louder. “Help me! Please!” “Go,” Nixon told them, locking his arms tighter around her. More roars erupted as other zombies broke through the mental suppression. Nixon shielded Margaret with his own body, forcing the undead back with nothing but flesh and bone. Barrett’s eyes burned red. He wanted to charge in, drag his students out–but Reece seized him and hauled him toward the window. When they reached Theresa, Reece shouted over the chaos, “Miss, move! Mr. Dalton can’t hold them forever!” That name–Mr. Dalton+made Theresa’s stomach clench. Reece shoved Barrett toward the open window, straining to push him through. They were all running on empty. ||| 3/4 O < 11:00 Sat, 23 Aug. Chapter 449 Closing the Door 70% +5 Free Coins Theresa didn’t hesitate anymore. She grabbed them one by one and tossed them outside, then vaulted over herself in a clean flip. The moment she landed, the window slammed shut behind her. Nixon had closed it. He stood there, Margaret clutched tight, their backs pressed to the glass. Behind them, zombies clawed their way toward the window from every side. Through that sea of zombies, Theresa caught sight of a hunched zombie slipping away toward the back door. Sat