The Day Love Betrayed Me and Never the Plan 85

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Joan had been struggling to break free, and when she was suddenly shoved, the momentum threw her backward. 

Just then, a fire axe suddenly swung right past her face. The blade grazed her scalp, leaving a bald spot on top of her head. 

The powered human had swung the axe with too much force, causing it to veer off course. He stumbled and went crashing forward, the axe almost striking someone next to him. 

“D–Drake,” The powered human’s face went pale. 

Drake, the burly leader, marched over and kicked the powered human hard, shutting him up before he could finish his 

sentence. 

Drake kept cursing nonstop. “You got a death wish or something? Why the hell did you try to ambush someone? I’ll beat you to death!” 

He kept kicking the guy, showing no mercy. Soon, his nose was blue, his face was swollen, and one of his front teeth was knocked out. 

Drake turned to Joan with a half–hearted grin. “Miss, I had no clue what was going on, alright? My bad.” 

But his eyes stayed cold, and the twitch in his face made it clear, he was trouble, and danger was written all over him. 

Joan saw right through it all, but her kid still had to stick around in this place. She simply let out a cold laugh, jammed her 

one and only grenade into Molly’s hand, and walked away without looking back. 

“Mom, I want to go with you!” Molly chased after her, calling out. 

Drake saw this and quickly stepped forward, reaching out to grab Molly’s hand. 

But Molly, sensing what was about to happen, had already shifted the grenade out of reach. Drake’s hand grabbed at thin air, and his gaze turned cold and dangerous. 

Drake was a strength–powered human, and even though Molly could sense what was coming, there just wasn’t much room to hide the grenade, and with her hand locked down, he quickly dug it out from her clothes. 

With the grenade in his grip, his eyes grew even more menacing. He snapped at the two men standing nearby. “Get this bitch out there and feed her to the zombies!” 

His goons wasted no time, hauling Joan over to the window, only to suddenly remember they’d already sealed it up tight to keep those wall–crawling mutants from sneaking in. 

Drake, clearly annoyed, gave Joan a hard kick and snarled, “Throw her out the front door!” 

The two survivors looked terrified. One of them stammered, “Drake/the front door’s probably crawling with zombies. We—* 

The other guy chimed in, “We’re just scared they’ll bust in if we open it up.” 

Drake spat on the ground, his face twisted in disgust. “Teh, what fotten luck.” 

Just then, Nina leaned in and whispered something to Peyton. He hurried over, rubbing his hands together and fawning all 

over Drake. 

“Drake, I remember there’s a window left open on the first floor, you know, so the air could get in,” Peyton said. 

Drake nodded. “Nice work, guy. Go grab yourself a sandwich.” 

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Peyton lit up with joy, looking like he’d grovel if he could. “Thanks, Drake!” 

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Peyton was grinning ear to ear as he went to claim his food, totally clueless that Drake’s eyes were locked on Nina’s belly with a predatory glint. 

Joan and Molly were roughly dragged downstairs by two survivors, leaving behind a long, shocking trail of blood. 

With that much blood pouring out, Joan was probably suffering a severe hemorrhage. 

Joan’s agonized screams filled the air, sending a chill through everyone present. 

The survivors just stared coldly, their eyes empty and lifeless, not reacting at all. Everyone secretly felt relieved inside. 

Now there were two fewer people to share the food with,‘ the survivors thought. 

Outside the supermarket, Chloe and her crew were absolute beasts in battle. Mountains of headless zombie corpses piled up everywhere, turning the place into a real zombie slaughterhouse. 

They tore through the undead like a meat grinder, ruthlessly snatching up every core they could find. 

Chloe shot Frank a look. “Bust us a hole through that wall with your power. We’re heading in!” 

Frank gave a quick nod, and with Chloe watching his back, he slammed his fist into the wall, blasting open a huge gap in no 

time. 

Emily, totally wiped out, got pushed in first, then Mindy and Frank followed. Chloe, being the toughest, held the rear and made sure everyone got through safely. 

As soon as Chloe dove through the hole, she waved her hand and sealed it up tight with a thick layer of ice. 

Now that she was a three–level powered human, her ice was harder than bulletproof glass. Seriously, nothing was getting through that. 

And with the world frozen at minus sixty degrees, she didn’t have to worry about it melting anytime soon. 

Chloe whipped around, only to find her teammates just standing there, not moving at all. 

They followed the others‘ gaze and heard gut–wrenching screams coming from upstairs. 

Moments later, two men came down, dragging a woman behind them; she was so drenched in blood you couldn’t even tell what she looked like. 

With her was a skinny little girl, maybe seven or eight, her hair a tangled mess and her face streaked with blood. Her big eyes. glared at the two men, burning with fury. 

Molly latched onto one of the men’s arms and bit down hard. 

“You little bitch, you’ve got a death wish!” the man yelled. 

With the kind of strength only a grown man had, he flung Molly down the stairs with a powerful slap 

Frank was the first to snap into action, but he was just too slow, he could only reach out, but it was already too late. 

Just as Molly was about to hit the ground and die, Chloe tossed a white mattress out just in time. 

Molly landed with a heavy thud on the mattress. She didn’t die, but that slap had knocked her out cold. 

Joan’s frantic, hoarse curses rang out in the hallway, her voice wild with rage. “You bastards! You animals! Give me my daughter’s life back!” 

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Like a madwoman, Joan lunged at the man’s face, her fingers digging in as she ripped his eyeball out with her bare hands. 

The man clutched his eye, howling in pain, teeth gritted. “Damn it, I’m gonna kill you!” 

He yanked Joan by the hair and smashed her head straight into the wall. 

Frank heard Joan’s raspy screams and suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his chest. ‘Shit, could it really be her?‘ he thought, panic rising inside him. 

The possibility slammed into him, making his face go deathly pale. His legs went weak, and it felt like ice water was flooding through his veins, 

“Stop!” Frank yelled, his voice echoing through the hallway. 

The two men looked up and met eyes with Frank and his crew. They froze on the spot, instantly stopping whatever they were doing. 

“Who the hell are you? Do you even know this is Drake’s turf?” one of the men barked. 

They sized up the group, saw how beat–up they looked, and noticed it was just one guy with three girls. Instantly, they started imagining some sleazy three–girls–one–guy drama in their heads. 

Up on the second floor, all they’d seen was wave after wave of zombies. They had no clue that just below the entrance, there were a few badasses slicing through the undead like they were chopping vegetables. 

Figuring these folks were just some unlucky survivors running from the zombie swarm, they tried to chase them off. 

The guy on the left waved his hand dismissively. “Get lost! We don’t want any strangers here. Oh, and take these two with you while you’re at it.” 

With that, he gave Joan a disdainful kick and flung her down the stairs just like he’d done with Molly. 

By now, after everything she’d been through, both physically and mentally, Joan was completely unconscious. 

At the same time, Frank launched himself forward like a bullet, scooping Joan into his arms just as she was about to hit the ground. 

His hands trembled as he wiped the blood and filth from her face, then he just stood there, stunned, completely frozen in shock. 

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