Right now, Flora Bloom felt like she'd just stubbed her toe on a rock or had her umbrella suddenly tear in the middle of a downpour. The word 'annoyed' didn't even begin to cover it.
'Is this Keaton Thorne out of his mind?'
The voice on the broadcast had pinpointed her exact location. Even if she moved now, she was already exposed, right under the noses of every other pregnant woman on the first floor.
"I've heard you once escaped from a horde of several hundred zombies completely unscathed. I wonder, would you be able to kill the zombies on the second floor and protect these pregnant women so they can evacuate safely?"
Flora Bloom had a million "fuck yous" on the tip of her tongue. 'They want me to eliminate the zombie mothers and babies upstairs to protect the pregnant women downstairs during their escape?'
'Why should I?'
"Did you get the wrong person? I'm just a pregnant woman; I can barely protect myself. Kill zombies? You're giving me way too much credit."
