All Chapters of The Zombies Apocalypse Brought Me Back To My Fiancee : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“Full defensive positions,” Victor said, already moving, the shock from a moment ago burning away into crisp, practiced command. “Reyes, Park, secondary gate team. Everyone else, inside the main house, now.”Vanessa was already pulling her sidearm, Adrian beside her doing the same, both of them falling into step toward the breach without needing to discuss the decision first.“We’re the primary response team,” Victor said, catching her arm briefly before she could move past him. “You two, with Reyes. Contain the breach before it reaches the house.”“Copy that.”The outer courtyard, when they reached it, had transformed into something out of a nightmare neither of them had quite been prepared for despite weeks of files and warnings and secondhand accounts. The floodlights caught the figures clearly now, close enough to see details that no amount of reading had adequately conveyed: skin gone gray and mottled, eyes clouded and wrong, movements jerky but driven by some horrible, relentles

“Absolutely not,” Victor said, the moment Vanessa finished explaining the situation, his voice carrying the particular finality he reserved for decisions he considered entirely beyond debate. “The infected zone has expanded by another twelve miles since this morning’s report. Sending anyone into that facility right now is a death sentence.”“It’s the only path to an actual cure,” Vanessa said. “Not containment, not quarantine management. An actual cure, Dad. That’s worth the risk.”“It’s worth the risk if the risk is survivable. I’m not convinced it currently is.”“I’m going,” Vanessa said, with the flat, unshakeable certainty of someone who’d already made the decision before walking into the room. “With or without your approval.”“You’re still recovering from the breach fight.”“I’m fine.”“Adrian was bitten four hours ago.”“I wasn’t infected,” Adrian said. “Dr. Varga cleared me. I’m fully capable.”“You’re both exhausted, both emotionally compromised given everything that’s happene

The parking structure, when they finally reached it, yielded exactly one functional vehicle, a sedan with a dead battery and keys still dangling from the ignition, its previous owner nowhere in evidence and, Vanessa suspected, not coming back to claim it.“Dead battery,” Park reported, after a fruitless five minutes trying to coax it to life. “No jump box, no alternative vehicle on this level.”“Check the upper levels,” Adrian said. “There’s bound to be other options.”There weren’t. Every vehicle they found across the structure’s six levels suffered from some combination of dead batteries, missing keys, or flat tires, the city’s abandonment apparently thorough enough to have claimed every easy transportation option along with everything else.“We’re out of structure to search,” Reyes said finally, checking her watch with visible tension. “And we’re well past Victor’s extraction window.”“He’ll send backup,” Vanessa said, though even she could hear the uncertainty in her own voice.“H

The medical bay exploded into controlled chaos the moment they arrived, Dr. Varga already calling for assistance before Vanessa had even fully parked the truck, Reyes and Park helping ease Adrian onto a gurney while his eyes fluttered, consciousness clearly slipping despite his obvious effort to maintain it.“Blood pressure’s dropping,” Dr. Varga said, voice sharp with urgency as she cut away the remainder of his jacket to properly assess the wound. “I need him prepped for surgery immediately. This is deeper than a standard laceration.”“He’s going to be okay, right?” Vanessa’s voice came out smaller than she intended, all her usual composure stripped away by sheer terror. “Tell me he’s going to be okay.”“I need to get him into surgery before I can answer that with any confidence.”“That’s not the answer I needed.”“It’s the only honest one I have right now.”They wheeled him through the medical bay’s inner doors, and Vanessa moved to follow before a firm hand caught her shoulder, Re

The room went very quiet, everyone staring at the grainy footage of Isabella moving through the supply room with careful, deliberate purpose, nothing in her movements suggesting the panic or desperation that had characterized Caleb’s earlier theft.“That’s not someone hoarding out of fear,” Reyes said slowly. “That’s someone who knows exactly what she’s looking for.”“She’s been in the bunker for over a week,” Vanessa said, her mind racing back through everything since letting Isabella through the gate. “We never actually got that full conversation she promised. Every time I tried to sit down with her properly, something else took priority.”“That seems like a problem in retrospect,” Adrian said grimly.“In considerable retrospect, yes.”Rosa pulled up additional footage, cross-referencing timestamps against the full list of missing supplies, and the pattern that emerged painted an increasingly disturbing picture: Isabella’s movements through the compound’s storage areas hadn’t been r