End Times, Surviving with My Beastly Army novel Chapter 200

Chapter 200 Argument

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Fuished

“Zelda, it’s been a while. How have you gotten even more entertaining since the last time I saw you?”

Robin’s

gaze was openly amused. Then something seemed to occur to her. “Where’s Noah, by the way? I don’t see him anywhere.”

She probably shouldn’t have asked.

Something unreadable flickered through Zelda’s eyes at the mention of Noah, but it disappeared fast. She lifted her chin, and a visible surge of confidence bloomed in her expression. “Noah is a patrol officer here in Centerville.”

“A patrol officer?”

Robin was genuinely caught off guard.

Noah had actually clawed his way up to a patrol position. In her previous life, he’d never come close to anything like that.

From what she remembered, Zelda’s ability hadn’t surfaced until three years into the apocalypse, and even then it had been an unremarkable speed-type.

Noah was a run-of-the-mill strength-type ability user, and neither of them had ever been worth much in a real fight.

Zelda was completely useless when danger hit. She’d just scream, frozen in place, an absolute liability in any situation that mattered.

Noah was a strength-type, but he was a coward buried beneath the muscle. Of the three of them, only one had ever genuinely carried the load.

Not only that, but Robin had hauled both of them through pure hell, cutting through siege after siege, dragging those two deadweights all the way to the tenth year of the apocalypse.

If they hadn’t turned on her at the very end…

The memory of her own death in that previous life sent a cold creeping into Robin’s gaze.

Without her in the picture this time, Noah had somehow still managed to land a patrol officer position.

It wasn’t a glamorous role by any measure, but in a place this predatory, where class divisions were etched into every brick and alleyway, even the smallest sliver of authority was enough to grind anyone beneath you into the dust.

No wonder Zelda was carrying herself like she owned the street.

Zelda read Robin’s silence as fear.

Her excitement climbed. “Robin, I bet you never saw this coming, did you? You spent so long scheming against us before the apocalypse, and here you are, standing right in front of me anyway.

Chapter 200 Argument

“Even the universe is on my side. I don’t care how you wriggled your way in here, but let me be perfectly clear: this entire district is under Noah’s jurisdiction.

“If you have any sense teft, you’ll get on your knees right now and tell everyone here exactly what you are.

“If I’m in a good mood, I might even let you breathe a little longer. Generous of me, don’t you think?”

Her eyes blazed with barely leashed excitement, as though Robin on her knees was already a foregone conclusion playing out in her mind.

“My patience isn’t unlimited. I’m counting to three, and you’d better not make me wait.

“Three.

“Two.”

Zelda stretched her neck forward as she held back the final count, her face wide open with anticipation.

She despised her.

2

Robin had gutted them both before the apocalypse, not just draining every dollar they had but taking out loans in their names, which had unleashed a pack of collectors on them like a disease.

Then, on the very first day of the outbreak, she’d tricked them into walking straight into a hospital, which had been ground zero for everything. If they hadn’t been lucky enough to survive, they would’ve been zombie feed before the sun went down on day one.

Every miserable day since the apocalypse began, Zelda had traced it all back to one source.

Robin. It’s all her fault.

Every single time that woman’s face surfaced in her mind, she wanted to take her apart with her bare hands.

Now, after all of this, she finally had her opening. She was going to unload nearly two months of pure, concentrated hatred right here, right now.

And she wasn’t going to make it quick, either.

Noah was a patrol officer. Handling Robin was nothing for him.

She wanted to watch Robin beg and break before her.

But Zelda had stretched the silence out deliberately, and the expression she’d been hungering for never once crossed Robin’s face. Not that desperate, cornered, forced-into-submission look she’d been replaying in her imagination.

What she found instead was something that looked exactly like mockery.

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