End Times, Surviving with My Beastly Army novel Chapter 124

Chapter 124 The Feast of the Apocalypse

Faced with a spread4ike thts, body who’d been starving for weeks would keep their composure

Image? Manners? Dignity? All of it went straight out the window.

The

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ght in every single head was one word: eat.

ves depended on it

cended on the table like a swarm, their forks and spoons moving so fast they blurred.

ed his plate to his chest. He was still so small–caring slowly was mevitable. In the time it took hrough half a plate, the adults around him had already gone through three or four refills. sible peer pressure was getting to him.

ve still got plenty in your plate, sweetie. Finish that first, and I’ll get you more.

y spoke gently.

But I want the donut…”

Ozzie stared longingly at the plate, where exactly one donut remained.

Before the words had fully left his mouth, a spoon flicked through the air, and the last donut landed squarely in his plate.

Ozzie’s eyes went huge. “Wow!!

He shouted, “Thank you, mister!”

Drake flashed him a grin, then dropped his head and went right back to inhaling his own meal.

Rotisserie chicken glistened golden–brown, skin crackling, grease sizzling.

Barbecue skewers were piled high on the side–brushed with fragrant sauce, dusted with cumin and chili

r powder. One deep inhale, and your sinuses burned.

Frozen beef and lamb rolls took a quick dip in the bubbling fondue, emerged steaming, and coated in sesame oil and sesame paste. One bite was enough to make your eyes roll back.

Tripe was handled with the classic seven–dip method–perfectly crisp, perfectly tender, impossibly satisfying.

“This one’s fo

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re faintly red, his voice thick–whether from the spicy

Those who could drink raised glasses; those who couldn’t clutching a cup of orange juice, stretching his little arms as far as

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Chapter 124 The Port at the Apocaly

gu to clink with everyone else.

“To Robin!”

Robin leaned against the table, one hand wrapped around her glass. Her gaze swept across every face in the room–every pair of eyes burning with gratitude, with words that wouldn’t in into sentences. In the end, it all condensed into one line. “Everything we want to say is in this glass”

The words cracked open a flood of pre–apocalypse memories

The whole room went warm and loose. Robin raised her glass. “Welcome, all of you. From today, we’re on the same side.

“The world is crawling with zombies and danger, but it’s not hopeless. I’m not big on empty promises, but since you’re here, I can give you the most basic guarantee: safety.

“As long as you’re in this zoo, you don’t have to fear for your lives. This world still belongs to humanity!” “Damn right! Every last zombie can go to hell!”

Someone roared, and the room erupted–blood pumping, spirits soaring.

The meal stretched on for hours. They’d down, it was well into the afternoon.

in the morning, and by the time the last spoon was set

Everyone was in a food coma, eyes glazed, bellies full. It had been so long since any of them had eaten a real meal.

“So full.”

Ozzie patted his round little belly. “I never want to/eat another donut again.”

He’d thought the last one was gone–but there’d been more. Many more.

He’d eaten so many he could barely hear the word without wincing.

A gentle breeze drifted through the trees, rustling the leaves. For a moment, the world felt impossibly

r peaceful.

Dylan was lying on the ground outside, one hand shading his eyes, watching the sky through the gaps between his fingers.

“You look pretty relaxed.”

A voice rang from beside him.

Dylan didn’t turn. He already knew who it was.

“What else would I be?”

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