End of the World? I'm the Boss novel Chapter 422

Chapter 122 Zombie Ambush

Ivan tossed another piece of firewood into the pit. The range flames bed and wessed. the cool an, painting half his face in deep, flickering red. He let cost a boy, hrany sigh

He stretched his hand out, and a knot of black flame bloomed in his pain, it was sebark nearly dissolved into the night around him.

He’d noticed it for a while now. His strength was growing, and he could feel it clearly

But what good is strength?

His ability had zero destructive power. He couldn’t even tell the difference between having in and not having it.

He held the black flame against his other arm. Not even the faintest warmth grazed his skir

On a whim, he grabbed a stick off the ground and held it to the flame. The stick just sat there completely unbothered. It didn’t burn, didn’t scorch, didn’t even smoke.

Irritation coiled tight in Ivan’s chest. He hurled the stick hard into the dark.

He watched it vanish into the shadows and was just about to look away when something cold shot straight up his spine.

Out there in the darkness, not far away, something was moving.

What are those grayish-white shapes lurking in the shadows?

He went rigid. Goosebumps erupted across every inch of his skin.

“R… Robin…” he rasped.

His voice came out dry and cracked. Ivan rose slowly to his feet.

He didn’t dare make a single sound.

Out in the dark, those shapes moved slowly and stiffly. Their pale, milky eyes gleamed with a sickly, unearthly light.

Zombies!

He wasn’t the only one who’d noticed. The others on watch were stirring too, their faces creasing with unease.

Sure, the zombies in this area had mostly been cleared out. But “mostly” wasn’t “completely.” and zombies didn’t vanish just because you dealt with them once.

The commotion during the day had probably already drawn more from somewhere else.

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Now, deep in the quiet of the night, it was the perfect time for the dead

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On top of that, half the camp was injured. A faint, coppery tang of blood drifted through the oir, an open invitation the zombies couldn’t resist.

Ivan was running through his options as fast as he could, trying to figure out how to wake Robin without making a sound, when someone on watch did the exact opposite. “Zombies! Zombies! Oh my God, zombies!” the guard shrieked.

Ivan’s whole body locked up.

That scream tore right through the stillness of the night. It served as a warning. But it had also alerted every zombie within range.

The echo barely faded before another voice split the air from an entirely different direction. E was a raw, ragged shriek of pure, unfiltered agony.

very head in the camp snapped toward the sound. A middle-aged man had a zombie clamped onto his shoulder, a creature that had lunged from nowhere in the dark. In one savage pull, it tore a chunk of muscle and skin clean away.

Crimson blood sprayed into the air in a vivid arc. The smell hit like a wall.

A deep, bestial chorus erupted from the shadows, low and hungry and utterly wrong, the kind of sound that made every nerve in the body scream to run.

The blood drove the zombies into a frenzy. They poured out of the darkness in waves. The camp that had been dead silent a moment ago erupted into a nightmare of screaming, cursing, and frantic, desperate shouting.

And nearly half the people in it were already hurt.

The attack had come with no warning. It caught everyone completely off guard.

People scattered in every direction, unleashing energy blasts in every color imaginable. They strobed and flashed across half the sky. But the darkness was the zombies’ domain, and with so many wounded already in their ranks, the living were at a disadvantage from the very first second.

“Mommy! Mommy!”

A little girl’s voice sliced through the chaos, thin and terrified against the sea of adult screaming. Ivan wanted to rush in, more than anything. But his ability couldn’t even keep himself alive, let alone protect someone else.

A feral, rattling snarl rolled through the camp, coarse and vicious, the sound of something that had long forgotten what it meant to be a person.

The smell of blood in the air grew thicker and thicker. The zombies grew wilder. And the

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people who’d been bitten were already turning, the virus taking hold Lee and making enemies. out of the very people standing beside them

Robin threw the tent flap open. She looked out at the chaos unfolding before her, and her eyes marrowed slowly

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