Only one of us can be standing when this is all over, Michael, and I fully intend on it being me. Never before had she allowed such a threat in her life to go untended for so long. She held some self-directed anger for ever allowing herself to get on the other side of such a fierce enemy, but even more for not just ending it. Vivian couldn’t remember ever being so angry and enthralled at the same time. Michael fucking Talbot had once again cheated death. You cannot have lived, not after that! But she knew better.
A small coughing fit erupted as she swallowed an intake of smoke incorrectly. Her icy blood ran colder when she saw the van barrel out of the building from the same egress she’d used. What’s this? A cigarette and a show, how nice. How rich would that be to find refuge among them! The truck was in drive, and she was just about to get going when the first shells rained down upon the building she’d just vacated. Should I go back to the Talbot stronghold? Those twits would let me back in. She’d checked the stores for both, and they were dangerously low. I’m going to need more cigarettes and bullets. Now where, Vivian? She drove a block away and parked in the parking lot of a long-disused electronics store that had closed its doors a few years previous. She backed the truck up and pulled out of the garage. She calmly rolled the window down just far enough to put the barrel of her firearm through before placing a round neatly between its eyes. She was half way through her third smoke when a zombie smacked up against her window. It was lost on her that Mike didn’t consider this survival of the fittest but rather survival of them all. There were times, Michael, I did not believe I would beat you. She let her head rest against the back of the seat while she exhaled a large plume of smoke. She started the engine before lighting a cigarette. She would have preferred one of the Cadillacs or Mercedes Benzes parked there, but instead settled for one of the military trucks, knowing that it would not need keys. Tommy hadn’t necessarily been her enemy, but he was aligned with Michael, and that bastard had a way of inspiring those around him to be relentless in pursuit of his adversaries.
Deneaux felt pretty good about herself as she exited the Demense building.
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