End Times, Surviving with My Beastly Army novel Chapter 287

End Times. Gtrviving with My Beastly Army

Chapter 287 Strength in Every Drop

There was something about this woman. A secret.

He had to figure it out, no matter what. He had seen so much in his life. He knew science, history, and the world. He had traveled far and wide. There was almost nothing he didn’t understand. And yet, he had hit a wall because of one woman.

How could he accept that?

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The group kept swinging their bats harder and harder. Their arms started to ache. Their bodies grew worn out. But it was like they couldn’t feel it anymore. Their eyes stayed locked on the zombies in front of them. There was only one thought left in their minds.

Kill them all. Kill every last one of these disgusting things.

No one knew how long it had been. Their arms grew heavier.

Slower. Their swings lost strength. Their chests rose and fell as they gasped for air. Sweat rolled down their faces, one drop at a time.

Some of them leaned on their bats just to stay standing. But the zombies kept coming. Pushing forward. Endless.

“I… I’m really running out of strength…”

A plain–looking young man panted hard. None of them had exercised in a long time. Now they were forced into this kind of intense fight. Even if they wanted to keep going, their bodies just couldn’t keep up.

“Have some water.”

Robin didn’t tell them to stop. She simply handed over a bottle and smiled.

The moment they saw the clear bottle of water, everyone froze.

Only then did they realize their throats felt like they were on fire.

“Me first! Let me go first!”

Hands shot out from every direction. Their eyes locked onto the bottle. They looked like they wanted the water to jump straight into their mouths.

Faced with their eager stares, Robin pulled her hand back slightly.

“There’s only one bottle,” she said calmly. “If you want to get out of here alive, one person isn’t enough. How you share this… that’s up to you.”

“Only one bottle for all of us?” someone complained. “That’s not even close to enough!”

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Chapter 79tenath in Every Diop

Robin stayed c cahm.

“Tim standing here with you. You’re exhausted and thirsty, and someone is still giving you clean water. Even if it’s just one bottle, that’s better than nothing. So be grateful. I already told you–don’t expect 100

much from me.”

Her words were blunt. The group fell quict.

“She’s right,” said a strong middle–aged man, his eyes sweeping over everyone. “One bottle. One sip each. There are zombies everywhere outside. This isn’t the time to be selfish, Especially the people who drink first–if you take more, you might feel better for a moment. But if the people behind you receive nothing. then when the next wave comes, don’t blame anyone when we can’t fight anymore.”

Everyone here was tied together. If one person suffered, they all stiffered.

The only way forward was fairness. Let go of selfishness.

“Yeah, yeah, we get it. You don’t have to give that lecture,” the bald man snapped impatiently. “If we keep wasting time, none of us are getting out of here alive!”

The bottle of water was passed from Robin’s hand.

The first man took a sip. The water had barely gone down his throat when his eyes suddenly went wide in shock.

This… this water…

“My turn! My turn!”

The second person couldn’t wait. He grabbed the bottle and quickly took a gulp.

A moment later, he froze–his face matching the first man exactly.

T–This is unbelievable!

It looked like a completely normal bottle of water.

But after just one sip, the exhaustion in his body was gone. His mind felt clearer too. His arms, which had been sore and weak, now felt full of strength again–like every part of him had been refreshed.

For a second, he even had the crazy feeling that he could keep fighting zombies for another ten hours.

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