Zombie Queen transmigration into a book
Chapter 83: Where are the securities?

Chapter 83: Where are the securities?

Grace drove, too consumed by her thoughts to notice the gas slowly filling the vehicle until she had already inhaled it.

As time passed, Grace felt her muscles weaken and her vision double—clear signs that something was very wrong.

She shook her head, trying to clear her vision, but it only worsened. The bus weaved dangerously, revealing the driver had lost control of the steering.

Grace frowned when she noticed the brakes were broken, fury flashed in her eyes, knowing she was being calculated against.

’Who was it? When was I drugged?’ she thought as she tried to absorb energy to clear her dizziness.

Her expression turned grim when she realized her powers weren’t working. The bus sped up, racing past vandalized restaurants and shattered storefronts.

If she didn’t stop this car on time, it would crash into one of the buildings. Grace bit her lips to stay awake, her hands trembling as she barely controlled the bus not to crash into things.

From her side view, she noticed a burning stick stuck in between the seats, and her face turned ugly, instantly recognizing the drug.

’Suppressor’ is a hideous drug that weakens and disrupts the powers of a power user.

Once inhaled, it strips power users of their abilities for a period of time, leaving them weakened and vulnerable to whatever their enemies intend.

"So... it’s still out there... even after the ban..." Grace slurred, her words barely coherent.

After the administrators banned this drug years ago, she didn’t believe she would ever see it again and it was used on her.

’Very good.’ Her gaze gleamed with murderous intent as blood slid down from the corner of her lips, at how hard she bit on it.

The bus veered Into another lane, hurtling toward a towering structure gouged from cave stone.

Grace’s heart froze, seeing the looming building in front of her getting closer by the second.

’Am I going to die...?’ this thought flashed past her mind; the image of her baby girl appeared in her mind, and she regained focus.

At the last minute, before the bus collided with the building, she leapt out of the speeding bus.

She rolled, grunting in pain as her skin tore against the ground. A sickening crack echoed, and sharp pain ripped through her body.

She rolled to a stop, blood trickled from her forehead, streaking her face.

Her vision blurred, and the last thing she saw was her crushed car before everything went dark.

....

The administrators waited for Grace to appear, feeling strange it was strange that she didn’t keep time as usual.

She was always punctual for all their meetings and tonight’s meeting was very important, it couldn’t be missed.

"Dean, send another letter; she needs to be here; things are getting out of hand, and my men can’t suppress this." The administrator in charge often Veil Order urged as he paced the room.

His eyes darted to the hourglass at every minute.

Dean’s face was in a permanent scowl. He so badly wanted to get his hands on the person who leaked the news of the breathfordge.

’Which brainless idiot leaked the news? Didn’t they know the repercussions of their actions or was it their end game to cause mayhem to the cities?’

Dean’s thoughts were interrupted by the man’s words, and he frowned, realizing Madam Grace was taking far too long.

"Wait, let me send a speed power user to her," Dean said, getting up from his seat; he left the room at a hurried pace, nearly running into the hooded figures.

"Sorry." He muttered an apology, too engrossed in where he was going to notice their suspicious presence.

Once Dean’s figure was far away, the one in charge signalled for one of his men to light the suppressor.

They nodded and five of them covered their nose and lit up five sticks, facing them in the crack of the door.

Five minutes passed, and they heard a loud thud in the ground and the leader signalled for them to go in.

Inside, the administrations were sprawled on the ground, their expressions slackened in a daze.

The leader dragged a finger across his neck. Without hesitation, his men drew their blades and slit the administrators’ throats, killing them in cold silence.

Blood pooled on the floor as fifty administrators lay dead, their eyes wide with disbelief.

Dean was unaware of this, ’’Personally hand this note to Madam Grace. Tell her she’s needed.’’ He instructed the woman, putting on sportswear as he scribbled down strings of words on the paper.

Putting it into the envelope, he was about to hand it over to a woman when a scream came from the second floor.

Dean frowned, wondering who was making such a loud commotion in the scientist guild.

What if they distracted those conducting experiments and caused accidents?

Dean glanced around for the security to shut that person up when he suddenly noticed he saw none of their figures.

"What’s going on? Where are the securities? Stop!" Dean grabbed one of the junior scientists dashing out from where the sound came from.

He reacted to his question, frowning when he noticed the man’s shaking body. "S-S-Sir, all...dead!" The man’s voice shook so badly that Dean couldn’t understand his words.

"Calm down, what happened over there?" Dean asked softly trying to soothe their man’s nerves.

The man took deep, shaky breaths and repeated his words more calmly and clearly this time.

"Sir, we found the securities dead in the break room."

Dean’s heart sank, a flash of those hooded figures flashed in his mind, but it was too fast for him to grasp it.

His attention was on the surface project. He sprinted towards the third floor, praying the experiment wasn’t destroyed or tampered with or it was over.

He reached the third floor, missing the figures of the hooded men leaving. With a loud thundering heart, he pushed the door open, slumping in relief when he saw the suits were in perfect order and Stone’s figure hovering over them.

"Fortunately, it’s safe." He kept muttering this and Stone was interrupted by his words.

"Sir Dean, why are you here? Did something happen?" Stone’s gaze held questions as he gazed at his sweating superior.

"Quickly, place all the suites into the space bag, someone murdered the security." Dean reacted fast and got up from the ground, urging Stone to quickly put them away.

Seeing the bare room, Dean breathed out in relief, not staying to answer Stone’s questions, he left the room to inform others about the attack.

Stone stared at Dean’s fading back and shrugged before going back to work, the suites just needed the purifier to be through.

....

Meanwhile, Dean entered the manual lift, closing the latch; he was puzzled over the incident of the dead security.

’’Things couldn’t get any worse. Are the people now attacking the guild as well? No that’s impossible.’’ Dean shook his head, unwilling to believe they’d go so far as to attack the very ones who could fix the Breathfordge.

His mind raced, but he couldn’t figure out the culprit behind the attack; he could only hope for Madam Grace to get here sooner.

He walked out of the lift and headed to the meeting room. Getting closer to the meeting room, he smelt the thick stench of blood and frowned, his heart skipping a beat.

He noticed a red liquid creeping out of the door crack and he squatted to get a closer view.