As the car barely skidded past them, Emma activated the RV’s fire attack, creating a zone of flames that burn the zombies in their path. The smell of burning flesh filled the air as the RV sped through the horde. Emma kept her eyes on the car ahead, her grip tightening on the steering wheel. The adrenaline surged through her veins as she steer through the chaos.
Turning around, she quickly pulled another button on the control board. The car running away from them was abruptly yanked towards them by a heavy-duty winch. No matter how hard the driver tried to step on the accelerator, the car inched closer to the RV. Sparks flew as the tires struggled against the steady pull.
Emma glanced at the side mirrors, watching the flames die down, leaving ashes around them. The zombies were being killed at a uncontroable speed. Somehow they were faster than the regular zombies.
In the other car, the people started panicking. The two shooters on the roof continued firing, but instead of aiming at the zombies circling around Emma’s flames, they directed their shots at Emma’s RV, desperately trying to escape. Bullets bounce off the exterior of the RV, which remained unaffected to the attack. Inside, Emma felt the impact but knew their vehicle was designed to withstand such attacks.
As the last zombie burned to the ground, turning into ashes that mixed with the sand around them, Emma talked into the walkie-talkie, “We’re clear.” She heard cheers from the other vehicles behind them, followed by Cassidy’s cheerful voice on the walkie-talkie, “I LOVE YOU, EMMA!!!!!” Emma smiled a bit, but her expression soon turned serious as the car in front of them got closer and closer. She finally saw the sign on the car’s back—it was Falming’s symbol.
Her heart raced as she realized who they were dealing with. Emma opened the microphone that projected her voice outside of the RV, “Put your guns down, and we have a chance at talking. Or die.” The two shooters on the roof of the car glanced at each other, uncertainty flashing in their eyes. They hesitated but then slowly put their guns down, realizing they were outmatched.
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“All of you, get on the ground with your hands on your head,” Emma instructed firmly. The four people in the car followed, stepping out cautiously and kneeling on the ground, their hands on their heads. Emma kept her eyes on them, making sure they followed her commands precisely.
Once they were in position, Emma spoke into the walkie-talkie again, “Gather their weapons.” The group quickly came down from their own vehicles, each holding guns in their hands, cautiously moving towards the four with their guns pointed in their direction. Mark and Xavier kicked the weapons away from the four individuals' sides, making sure they were disarmed.
Emma, finally reaching the front, bent down to examine their faces under the dim glow of the RV’s headlights. Her heart stopped for a moment when she looked into the familiar eyes of someone she had seen in her past life. James. The shock hit her like a gushing wave, but she quickly masked it. She moved her gaze to the other three: Yanzhen, Sawyer, and Helan. Her past teammates. The people who had betrayed and killed her.
Emma’s mouth stretched into a cold smile, her eyes narrowing with a mixture of recognition and disgust. “Why were you guys following us?” she asked, her voice dripping with controlled anger as she stared into James’s eyes.
James shifted uncomfortably, his face pale in the harsh light of the RV. "I don’t know. I wasn’t the one driving," he muttered, his voice trembling slightly. Emma rolled her eyes with a hint of annoyance. Of course, he was pushing his role away again, just like he always did in their past life when she was part of the team, never taking the blame.
Emma's gaze shifted over to Helan, whose eyes flickered nervously under the weight of Emma's scan. She knew it was Helan who had been behind the wheel. Helan, with her confident attitude and the authority she gain within the group, was like the secret leader of the team. James's love for her had always made him listen to her judgment, even at the cost of his own safety. It was the reason that had ultimately led to James's death, yet despite this, Helan had the audacity to shift blame onto her for James’ death.
As Emma's gaze bore into Helan, a chill seemed to fill the air, making the atmosphere grow colder, almost as if the very temperature mirrored Emma's simmering anger. Helan shuddered involuntarily under Emma’s intense stare, feeling the weight of guilt and accusation pressing down upon her. She couldn’t understand why Emma was looking at her with such intensity, as if she had kill her whole family or something.