Jacob furrowed his brow, deep in thought. After a moment, his eyes lit up with an idea. "My suggestion is… beat them to the punch."
"What? Beat who to the punch? What does that even mean?" Nathan looked completely lost, his face scrunched in confusion.
Jacob explained calmly, "It means we run—before the fight even starts."
"???"
Nathan stared at him, dumbfounded, a string of question marks practically floating above his head.
Even the secretary beside him blinked in surprise, her jaw slightly slack.
Damn.
Classic Jacob. Leave it to him to come up with something so bold—and weirdly effective. It was a strategy no one had even considered.
"When the Los Angeles Zombie King attacked San Bernardino, this is exactly how we got out alive," Jacob said, recalling the past. "If we hadn't bailed early, Sophia would've died right then and there. None of this would've happened."
That plan had saved Sophia's life once. Maybe, just maybe, it could save Nathan now too.
