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"AHHHHHHHH!"Miranda’s scream tore out of the phone speaker so loud and sharp that Scarlett nearly dropped her plastic grocery bags straight onto the hallway floor.Scarlett’s heart slammed into her throat. She gripped the phone tightly against her ear with her free hand, balancing a heavy brown paper sack full of canned tuna and dried rice against her hip."Miranda! What is it? What’s going on?!" Scarlett yelled, her eyes darting around."It started! It started! It started!" Miranda shrieked back. Over the line, a car engine was screaming in low gear, accompanied by the violent, whistling rush of open air."What do you mean it started? What started? And are you driving?!" Scarlett’s pulse was hammering in her ears.For the past four days following that Project Alien-X launch, Scarlett had been trapped in a special kind of hell. She had spent every waking hour checking her phone, counting down the days on a mental chalkboard, and making paranoid trips down to the market on her Stree
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The Global Innovation Center auditorium smelled intensely of fresh carpet, expensive cologne, and corporate desperation.Scarlett sat three rows back from the front, her baseball cap pulled so low over her forehead it practically cast a shadow over her nose. She had also slapped on a pair of oversized, non-prescription glasses, which mostly just made her look like a suspicious teenager trying to buy lottery tickets.Miranda nudged her elbow against Scarlett’s ribs. "You look like you're about to rob the place.""I am blending in," Scarlett muttered under her breath, keeping her chin tucked down. Miranda looked her over. “Blending in by…looking obvious?” Before Scarlett could argue, the house lights dimmed. A massive screen behind the stage flared to life, flashing the sleek logo of Project Alien-X. The crowd broke into loud, eager applause as the lead presenter stepped up to the center microphone.Scarlett’s stomach did a terrible little flip. She gripped the armrests so hard her k
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The next two days felt like waiting for a bomb to drop in slow motion.Scarlett's living room floor had a fresh set of scuff marks from her pacing. Back and forth, boots squeaking, stopping to stare at her phone, then pacing again. Her stomach kept rolling with sharp, annoying waves of morning sickness that made her want to commit crimes against humanity, but she ignored it, shoving dry crackers down her throat and glaring at the wall.She refused to text Miranda first. She had too much pride for that. Even if her chest felt hollow and she really, really wanted someone to tell her she wasn't losing her mind.By noon on the second day, she was standing so close to the television she could count the pixels, her fingernails digging into her palms.The morning news anchor popped up on screen, looking way too cheerful for someone announcing the end of the world. "And breaking just now from the Department of Advanced Innovation the official rollout of Project Alien-X has begun..."Scarlett
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Scarlett unlocked the front door of her apartment, her chest still feeling tight from the confrontation at the office. The moment the heavy door creaked open, the mouth-watering smell of fried chicken and warm savory spices hit her nose, instantly making her empty stomach rumble.Miranda was sitting on the floor in the living room, leaning against one of the secondhand couches with her laptop open on her knees. Two large paper takeout bags and a pair of plastic containers were neatly arranged on the creaky wooden coffee table."Finally," Miranda said, looking up from her screen and setting her laptop aside. "I brought actual food. Real, home-style takeout." She pushed a bag towards Scarlett on the floor. "Because for God's sake, Scarlett, I looked in your kitchen earlier and you have three empty pots and half a bottle of tap water. I don't think you even know how to turn a stove on."Scarlett closed the door, sliding the deadbolt into place. "I know how to turn a stove on," she mut
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"How dare you talk to us like that?!"Her mother's voice shrieked through the quiet executive hallway, sharp enough to peel paint. She took a furious step forward, her manicured finger practically poking Scarlett in the nose. "Do you have any idea who we are?! We raised you! We fed you, we clothed you, we gave you a roof over your head! If it wasn't for us taking you in, you would have been left on the street to rot!"Scarlett tilted her head, her face completely blank as she slowly blinked at her."Okay..." Scarlett dragged out the word, crossing her arms loosely over her chest. "Am I... am I supposed to thank you for that? Like, write a gratitude card?""Yes!" Her mother gasped, looking like she was about to have an actual stroke right there on the marble floor. "Yes, you ungrateful little brat!"Scarlett let out a short, dry breath through her nose, turning her eyes up toward the ceiling tiles for a second like she was calculating math problems in her head."Right. See, here's the
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It didn't take long for Scarlett to start getting furniture for the apartment. The wooden dining table creaked when Miranda set down her laptop, but Scarlett didn't care. She sat on one of the two lumpy, pre-owned couches she had dragged into the living room, propping her feet up on a cheap coffee table. A secondhand mattress sat in her bedroom on the floor, and three basic pots rested on the kitchen stove. That was it.Miranda looked around the barely furnished space, chewing on a fry. "Scarlett, you literally took hundreds of thousands out of your savings. Why are we sitting on furniture that smells like someone else's grandma? You can afford a real sofa.""It functions, doesn't it?" Scarlett said smoothly, taking a sip of water.Deep down, she couldn't help but sigh at Miranda's confusion. Buying expensive, pristine furniture right now was a waste of paper money that wouldn't mean anything in twenty-three days. If they survived the outbreak and cleared the zombie hordes, she coul
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