Chapter 502 Shattered Trust

    iBoom/i!

    The barricade blew apart in the middle with a deafening crack. Wesley, unlucky enough to be stationed there, was flung like a rag doll. The opening gaped wide, a perfect doorway for death to pour through.

    A female zombie in a shredded office suit lunged forward. Her face was bloodless, lips peeled back as her jaw unhinged unnaturally, drool dangling in sticky ropes between rotting teeth. She shrieked as she snapped down on the gap.

    Just when it looked like she’d tear straight through, a jet of water smashed her across the skull with a wet crack. Juno shoved her way to the front, her hands dripping from the burst of her water–based ability. She yanked Wesley out of harm’s way without even pausing to breathe.

    Desmond didn’t hesitate either. He swung a jagged nk like a bat, smashing it into the zombie woman’s chest and knocking her back into the horde.

    Their victorysted seconds.

    “Raaaghhh! Raaaghhh!”

    More bodies poured in. They weren’t holding much longer. Desmond’s gut twisted. iWe’re /ifinished iif /iithis /iikeeps /iiup/i.

    Then a shout cut through the chaos.

    “They’re back!”

    Theresa’s voice echoed from the back, as she stood pressed against the window with one foot hooked on a steel cable. Meanwhile, Lucas and his team hurried back from the Military Garrison, firing their rifles.

    Rati–/iitat/ii–/iitat! /iRat–itat/i–itat/ii! /i

    The stairwell lit up with gunfire. Zombies jerked and dropped as bullets carved through the mob, giving Desmond’s half–dead crew the first breath of relief they’d felt in half an hour.

    “Fall back!” Theresa barked, already charging upstairs with her people in tow.

    As they climbed, she shot a nce at Lucas. “Tell me you got it.”

    His reply was clipped, his gun never stopping its burstsb. /b“It’s here. You seriously dragging that dead weight with us?”

    Theresa’s tone stayed cool. “I said I’d bring them if they could keep up. Promise is a promise. Why? You think they’re not worth the effort?”

    Lucas gave a humorlessugh. “I’d ditch them in a heartbeat.”

    Theresa cut him a sharp look. Then when we get back, they’re your problem.”

    “No arguments here,” he agreed.

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    Chapter 502 Shattered Trust

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    By the time the banter ended, they’d reached the eighth floor. The same jagged gap split the stairwell.

    Lucas didn’t even think twice. He sprinted, boots mming into the corner of the wall. His body twisted mid–air, one hand catching the ledge across. He swung himself over with the grace of a gymnast andnded clean.

    He knelt, looped a ropedder over the edge, and tossed it down.

    Theresa’s crew scrambled up quickly. After reaching safety, they didn’t look back. Their rule was simple: help only if you could do so without strain. They left thedder, though, dangling like a lifeline.

    Momentster, Desmond’s survivors arrived.

    Eyes lit up as they spotted it. For the first time in ages, hope sparked. iShe /iireally /iidid /iileave /ius ia /iichance/i. iFollowing /iithem /iiis /ithe right ichoice/i!

    They rushed it. One, two, three–by the ninth climber, panic hit. A zombie barreled onto the eighth floor, snarling as it lunged.

    Two people were still dangling on the rope.

    Desmond’s stomach knotted. He raised his de without a word and swung at thedder.

    “What the hell are you doing!”

    Juno spun halfway up before dropping back down, her hands burning as she clutched the rope. The fibers gouged into her palms, tearing the skin as she clung desperately.

    “Juno!” Desmond’s voice cracked. He lunged forward, yanking at her arm. “Let go! The zombie ising!”

    “I know!” she screamed, her voice raw with rage. “Desmond, you cold–blooded b*stard! You’ve thrown away enough people already. I won’t let you sacrifice more! They’re still breathing! They’re still alive!”

    “Alive? They’re dead the second you waste time on them!” His eyes burned with fury as he forcefully hauled Juno up, regardless of her wishes.

    Juno refused to let go. The coarse fibers ground against her skin until they tore away from her palm.

    Tears blurred her eyes as she cried out, “Ronald! Don’t you dare let go of that rope!”

    The name hit Desmond like a knife. His anger exploded. He ripped harder, nails digging into her wrist until angry red marks scorched her skin.

    “Ronald, Ronald–wake up, Juno!” Desmond’s voice cracked into a snarl. “That split wasn’t on him–it was me! He never touched another woman. I nted the lies, faked the photos, and made him believe we were together!” 1

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