The Apocalypse Took Everything, This Time I Hoard It All First
Chapter 35: He Didn’t Do It On Purpose

Chapter 35: Chapter 35: He Didn’t Do It On Purpose

Shane Shaw panicked at the sight. He spun around, ran to the top of the stairs, and hurled a chair down toward the first floor.

A loud CRASH echoed as the chair struck a zombie on the first floor, instantly eliciting a shower of tiny sparks and sizzling electric arcs.

The corner of Luna Dawson’s eye twitched almost imperceptibly, her eyes gleaming as she stared into the house.

Kevin Keane glanced down, an amused smile on his face as he watched Luna Dawson’s burning gaze. The only thing missing from her expression was the drool.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, Luna Dawson glanced at the RV still burning furiously at the front gate before producing an Eagle Claw Hook from thin air.

Before she could even speak, Kevin Keane had already reached out and taken it.

He was always trying to stay one step ahead of his boss’s thoughts.

Kevin Keane then looked up and called out coldly to the people in the third-floor window, "Step back. Don’t get in the way."

The group on the third floor flinched, then immediately scrambled back to the corner of the room like frightened quails, barely daring to breathe.

Done with words, Kevin Keane flexed his arm and hurled the Eagle Claw Hook upward. With a sharp CLICK, it lodged securely on the third-floor windowsill.

He yanked on the rope to test it. Once sure it was secure, he gripped it with both hands, kicked his feet against the wall, and began to scale the building with astonishing speed.

In just a few seconds, moving like Tarzan, Kevin Keane launched himself onto the third-floor windowsill and landed squarely inside the room, even taking a moment to retrieve the dagger stuck in the window frame.

Everyone in the room watched this, utterly dumbfounded.

’The third floor of this villa is over ten meters high, and he just scaled it with his bare hands, without any protective gear?’

’And he was the one who just took out that terrifying Aberrant Zombie in a single move!’

Down below, Luna Dawson exchanged a few words with Lynn Shelby before grabbing the rope and starting her own ascent.

Kevin Keane had already wrapped the rope around his arm several times. Taking the strain, he began to slowly pull her up, not letting her exert any effort at all.

Seeing an opportunity to help, Shane Shaw quickly stepped forward and offered a hand to pull the rope.

Luna Dawson glanced up and saw several unfamiliar heads squeezed in next to Kevin Keane.

As Kevin Keane and Shane Shaw heaved on the rope together, Dexter Wallace—the one who’d been scared stiff by Kevin earlier—sidled over with a sheepish look on his face.

He said with forced enthusiasm, "I’ll help too! I have plenty of strength. After all, you came to help us. We can’t let you get too tired."

Without waiting for Shane Shaw to react, he finished speaking and violently shoved him aside, reaching to grab the rope himself.

Ever since Shane Shaw had led them to hide on the third floor, he had captured the attention of the girls, making Dexter burn with jealousy.

Shane Shaw, completely caught off guard by the sudden move, lost his balance. The rope momentarily slipped in his grip.

He instinctively clenched his fist, desperately holding on. The rope scraped his palm raw, and blood quickly started to seep from the long gash it left behind.

Luna Dawson had nearly reached the windowsill when the rope suddenly went slack. She dropped half a meter, and the sudden feeling of weightlessness made her heart stop.

Kevin Keane’s expression darkened. He reacted in a flash, leaning halfway out the window. His right hand locked onto the rope while his left shot out to grab Luna Dawson’s wrist. With a powerful, coordinated effort, he hauled her up and into the room.

As soon as Luna Dawson was on her feet, Nancy Sullivan pulled Shane Shaw, who had just let go of the rope, toward her. Seeing the raw, bloody wound on his palm, her eyes instantly reddened with tears. "Brother, are you okay?" she asked, her voice choked with concern. "Does it hurt?"

Seeing the resentful glares from the other students, Dexter Wallace hastily defended himself, "I didn’t do it on purpose! I just wanted to help take over the rope. Who knew Shane Shaw was so flimsy? He lost his balance with just a little nudge..."

THUD!

He didn’t even get to finish his sentence before Luna Dawson sent a vicious kick his way.

Dexter Wallace screamed as he slammed hard against the room’s solid wood door. The doorframe itself cracked and half of it came loose with a sickening splintering sound.

Dexter Wallace clutched his stomach, hunched over by the door, his face deathly pale and unable to speak through the pain.

Seeing this, Jasmine Donovan immediately shoved her way through the others and rushed over to him.

She knelt beside Dexter Wallace, checking his injuries. Then, she looked up, her face streaked with tears, and fixed Luna Dawson with a venomous, accusing glare.

"What the hell are you doing?! He didn’t do it on purpose! He was just trying to help, and you’re fine, aren’t you? Why would you treat him like that?!"

She was rather attractive, and now, with her tear-brimmed eyes and a piteous expression that could stir pity in anyone, she made it look as if Luna Dawson were the one bullying them.

The others in the room quickly gathered around, crouching down and murmuring questions.

"Dexter, how are you? Can you stand?"

"Jasmine, don’t worry. I’m sure he’s fine, right?"

Hearing her classmates’ words of comfort, Jasmine Donovan only cried harder, her voice growing louder.

"So much for good intentions! Nancy Sullivan, look at the kind of people your brother got involved with! They just attack people indiscriminately!"

Nancy Sullivan was about to explain, but Luna Dawson took a step forward, grabbed Jasmine Donovan by the collar of her overcoat, and slammed her against the wall.

"AHH!"

Jasmine Donovan’s head swam from the impact, and she felt as if every bone in her body was about to fall apart.

Luna Dawson loomed over her, her tone glacial. "Good intentions? If he hadn’t been so nosy, I’d have been up here already! He doesn’t have an ounce of strength to his name, but he still dares to play the good guy? Does he really think he’s all that?"

"Luckily, I’m fine. But if I had fallen more than ten meters because of him, I’d be dead or crippled. Would your little ’He had good intentions, he didn’t do it on purpose’ make everything right then?"

Jasmine Donovan curled into a ball, hugging her arms and staring at Luna Dawson with resentful eyes, still arguing irrationally.

"But you’re fine now, aren’t you? Do you have to make such a big deal out of it?! You’re just a lunatic who only knows how to beat people up!"

A glint flashed in Luna Dawson’s eyes when she heard that. "Only know how to beat people? Let me show you what else I can do!"

She turned, picked up the Eagle Claw Hook, and without a word, snagged the back of Jasmine Donovan’s collar. A sharp yank was all it took to drag her to the windowsill.

Jasmine Donovan felt a sudden wave of vertigo. The world spun, she lost her balance, and she slammed right into the windowsill.

The next thing she knew, her eyes flew open to find herself hanging completely outside the window. In her panic, she could only see the roaring zombies below and her own legs dangling and kicking in midair.

The hook pulled her collar tight, and she could hear the sound of the fabric tearing, threatening to give way at any second!

’This is more than ten meters up!’

The feeling of suspension made her face go white as a sheet. Her brain crashed. After a single, piercing scream, she passed out.

Luna Dawson scoffed. With a hard yank on the rope, she hauled Jasmine Donovan back in and tossed her onto Dexter Wallace like a piece of trash.

She couldn’t resist a mocking comment. "So, she does know what it’s like to be afraid. And she’s fine, isn’t she? Fainting just from that... I was just trying to be helpful. How dull."

Right in the middle of Luna Dawson’s rampage, the sound of a heavy object crashing came from the stairwell.

THUD!

CRASH—BOOM!

A massive crash resounded from the stairwell. The sofa at the very top of the barricade had been forcefully shoved over by a zombie and came tumbling down.

The barricade, which had consisted of a solid wood wardrobe and three stacked sofas, was instantly breached.

The dozen or so zombies below the third floor, drawn by the commotion upstairs, roared and swarmed forward.

A dense thicket of hands shot through the gap, long nails clawing at the sofa’s fabric, making a grating SCREEE that would make your skin crawl.