End of the World? I'm the Boss novel Chapter 451

Chapter 451 From Midnight to Dawn

Even without the ice walls separating them, the fighters Frad found their rhythm and were fully immersed

in the battle.

As time wore on, their coordination only sharpened.

But there were simply too many zombies.

Minutes bled into hours. Stamina drained drop by drop, and yet the zombie horde seemed as vast and

endless as ever.

A wave of helplessness swept through every fighter on the field.

Could we really kill them all?

The battle had gone from chaos to stability, and now it was sliding back into chaos.

“Reserves, you’re up.”

Robin’s voice rang out, and every heart steadied in an instant.

The reserve fighters had been waiting for this moment. At her command, they surged forward and replaced the exhausted front line.

The spent fighters fell back under covering fire, and the medical teams were on them immediately. treating wounds the second they cleared the wall.

Robin had prepared for this from the very beginning–crates of bandages, rubbing alcohol, disinfectant, and adhesive strips.

These were ordinary medical supplies, but she’d also quietly mixed small amounts of Energy Booster into some of the water bottles.

The dosage was tiny–roughly a tenth of a standard vial per battle.

But even that fraction was more than enough for people this exhausted.

Everyone was resting as hard as they’d been fighting, fully aware that this battle was nowhere near over This was a war of endurance.

But their mindset had shifted completely.

The zombies had brought the fight to their doorstep. The only option was to light to the death.

Retreat?

Absolutely not.

Behind them was Heningford Base–the home they’d built from nothing in the ashes of the apocalypse

They’d already survived the chaos of those first terrible weeks. If they ran now they d be right back in that

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nightinare, homeless and hunted.

They refused to accept that. They refused to let it happen.

Time crawled past, minute by agonizing minute. The moon sank toward the west, and the first pale light crept along the horizon.

This battle had raged from midnight until dawn.

But just as the sky was brightening, so was their situation. After countless rotations, countless rest cycles, the darkness was finally lifting–and so was the weight on their shoulders.

By now, only a little over 1,000 zombies remained.

And their casualties? Less than one–eighth of the total force. An almost unthinkable number

When the fighting had begun, every person in the base had been mentally prepared for annihilation.

Over the course of this single night, every one of them had become a merciless killing machine. All conscious thought had fallen away, leaving only a single word.

Kill.

Kill. Kill. Kill!

By the end, they’d lost all track of time. It wasn’t until they noticed the thinning zombie numbers that the realization hit–and with it, a tidal wave of euphoria surging up from their very cores.

They’d actually done it.

But unlike everyone else, Robin’s face showed no trace of celebration.

‘Ms. Neel, you don’t look very happy.”

Langston couldn’t help but ask.

He had nothing but admiration for Robin at this point. What had looked like a hopeless situation had been single–handedly turned around by this woman.

Handing her full command of Heningford Base’s forces might very well have been the best decision he’d

ever made.

Seeing the worry on Robin’s face, his curiosity piqued.

“It’s not over yet.”

Robin’s voice was grave. “Don’t pop the champagne at halftime.”

“But… there are barely a thousand zombies left.”

Langston frowned. “What else could go wrong?”

A thousand might sound manageable, but Robin knew better. Those remaining 1.000 were the most

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Chapter 45+ From Midnight to Dawn

dangerous of the entire swarmı.

And…

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