Chapter 1192: Luck

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To Quinn's surprise, I easily pulled her out of that 3-foot hole and brought her to where Jennifer and I were standing, and right as I gave us more space by emptying my Maxim 9 on every forehead I saw, I quickly checked not just to the future mother of my child but also my friend and comrade.

"I SAID I'M FINE! CHECK JENNIFER! SHE'S THE ONE WHO LANDED ON THEIR HEADS! THAT'S WHY I PUSHED HER OFF!"

Jennifer shouted back, "YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE PUSHED ME!"

"SAY WHAT?! I JUST SAVED YOU!"

"I COULD'VE JUST STOMPED ON THEIR HEADS! WE'RE HEAVY ENOUGH TO COLLAPSE CONCRETE! IT WOULD'VE TAKEN THREE STOMPS! I ALMOST GOT BIT WHEN YOU PUSHED ME TO FIVE MORE OF THEM!"

"I-I— I DIDN'T THINK STRAIGHT! SORRY!"

"YOU— F-FINE, fine... you owe me a fucking beer..."

"S-Sure..."

Tatiana shouted from the side, "A little more help?!"

I shouted loud enough for her to hear, "We're retreating for the moment—"

Quinn and Jennifer couldn't believe what I said, "WHAT?! WHY?/ YEAH, WHY?!"

"You two said you're fine, we aren't sure—"

"BUT—"

"IT'S EITHER YOU WALK BACK WITH US OR I'LL FUCKING DRAG YA! THIS IS SERIOUS! I DON'T CARE IF YOU FUCKING GET MAD AT ME BUT I'M CHECKING YOU WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT! I CAN EASILY CARRY BOTH OF YOU ON MY BACK!"

"F-Fine... What if I'm bit?"

"NO STUPID QUESTIONS, CAN YOU WALK OR NOT?!"

"I CAN WALK JUST FINE! STOP YELLING!"

Jennifer cut in while already wearing all her clothes, "The fuck— You gonna talk or are you gonna move?! We're missing the action here!"

"WE'RE HAVING A MOMENT, ALRIGHT?!"

"BLAH, BLAH, BLAH~ YOU'RE DISTRACTING THE DEWEYS TOO!"

"HAAAH?!"

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Cindy's jaw dropped, "NO, I WASN'T!"

"THEN WHY'S THIS MAG HAD THE BULLETS ON BACKWARDS, HUH?!"

"I— ALRIGHT, I'M STARING! IT'S BECAUSE JEREMY LOOKED FIRST!"

Jeremy clapped back, "WHA— WHO WOULDN'T?! AT LEAST I DIDN'T FUCK UP!"

"THE FUCK YOU SAY TO ME?!"

"I SAID WHAT I SAID!"

Eden waved them off, "GUYS SHUT UP! SIR IBARRA'S NO JOKE EITHER! I'M GLAD HE'S ON OUR SIDE—"

"HOLD— I THINK I KILLED IT, BRO!" Jared exclaimed from the roof of our Raptor.

All of a sudden, the body Tatiana saved as an indicator for killing the Stitcher controlling it suddenly "turned off" as its outstretched arms fell limp to the ground along with a few others in our cluster. In addition, we received several calls that reported deadheads dropping down from their own clusters as well but I still ordered them to chop the bodies up for good measure.

It'd be a little tedious, sure, but everyone knew it was for their own safety.

So yeah, with my blades wiped clean, pistol mags full, and my eyes delighted from the earlier display—which I won't admit to the two despite my noble intentions—we began marching forward with a focus on staying within 6-10 feet among each other, and for obvious reasons, Quinn and Jennifer were barred from stepping onto an elevated platform at the same time.

This time, they got fucking lucky the ones who surprised them hadn't had enough food or sunlight, and if it was a more active member of the undead society, we would've bet on the chance to chop their infected leg off for their survival.