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End Times, Surviving with My Beastly Army novel Chapter 148

Chapter 148 The Girl in the Ceiling

Robin really did have a lot of secrets.

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If that was the case, then maybe what she’d said before, about being able to solve his genetic problem, might actually be true.

Martin and Drake exchanged a look and saw the same thing in each other’s eyes.

Shock. And more than that, relief. It seemed their original choice really had been the right one.

Robin paid no attention to the stunned or envious looks around her.

All of her focus was on the row of ice spikes gathered in her palm This was the first time she had openly used her ice ability in front of everyone, and even she wasn’t completely sure how powerful it would be.

Go.”

Robin gave a sharp command, and the line of crystalclear ice spikes shot toward one spot in the ceiling in a flash of cold light.

Boom.

A deafening crash followed. Everyone felt as if the floor beneath their feet had shaken. Broken chunks of concrete and shards of ice rained down, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Come down.

Staring at the gaping hole now blasted open in the ceiling, Robin’s voice turned cold. The air itself seemed to fall silent for a moment.

You’re really good. How did you find me?

A strange young voice came from above, childish and full of curiosity, without a trace of malice in its tone.

A person? The voice made everyone’s heart jump.

But the situation in front of them left them no room to be distracted. They could only keep fighting off the zombies while stealing glances in that direction from the corners of their eyes.

A pair of bare little feet dropped down from the hole in the ceiling, swaying gently in the air.

That image was so bizarre it might as well have come straight out of a horror movie. For one brief moment, everyone actually felt that the zombies in front of them weren’t all that scary after all.

What the hell is that thing?

Robin let out a quiet laugh, her voice calm. Weren’t you trying to let me find you?

Called out so directly, the childlike voice gave a disappointed little sigh. But the next second, it sounded

my toy?even more exciting. You’re so smart. Will you

be

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Chapter 148 The Girl in the Ceiling

It was an innocentsounding sentence. And yet every person there broke out in goosebumps.

Was that really something a normal child would say?

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Those bare little feet swung twice in the air. Then came a pair of thin legs, followed by the hem of a purple puffy dress. Before anyone had mentally prepared themselves, the thing hiding in the ceiling finally showed itself completely.

One hand clung to the edge of the hole as she hung there midair like a monkey. In her other arm, she held a pink panther plush almost as tall as she was.

But the plush was in miserable condition. Its eyes had both been gouged out, and one long arm had been torn open, exposing clumps of white stuffing.

The little girl wore neat twin buns and had the face of an angel. Her small face was pale and clean, delicate as a doll. Anyone looking at her would instinctively think she was adorable.

But after hearing what she had just said, the word adorable no longer fit at all. And besides, this was the apocalypse.

At a time when everyone else was filthy, halfstarved, and barely surviving, the sudden appearance of a child as pristine as a porcelain doll in a zombieinfested hospital was horrifying in a completely different

way.

What’s your name?Robin asked calmly, not answering her question directly.

The girl seemed to have forgotten what she had just asked. She tilted her head and giggled. My name is Vivian.

You don’t have a last name?

What’s a last name?Vivian asked in return.

She appeared to think hard for a while before suddenly brightening. I don’t have one, but I have a brother. My brother’s last name is Blackwood. He said if anyone asks my name later, I can say I’m Vivian Blackwood.

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