Chapter 862: Special-Special - The Tacoma Stigma

Since everything that shouldn't be moving outside was either dismembered or had gone into hiding, Quinn went full "Redrum" and almost shouted the phrase that was meme'd to shit whenever someone was trying to forcefully break a door open. And since every deadhead inside didn't bother to put up a fight, everything else was just so fucking one-sided, I jokingly thought of changing teams to tick her off.

But yeah, joking aside, I kept close with my gun in hand because, at the end of the day, all it'll take was a lucky deadhead to somehow get a hit in and Quinn would be permanently changing uniforms.

It's just that when we were halfway into clearing the 3rd building Quinn busted into, the deadheads left inside who were "cowering" in fear suddenly dropped down like puppets who got their strings cut.

"Huh?" Quinn looked at me confused after she forcefully stopped her swing.

I didn't answer as I pulled up my radio and contacted our group outside.

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*bzzt*