End Times, Surviving with My Beastly Army novel Chapter 295

Chapter 295 One Last Gamble

The knot in her threat finally loosened up, her heart dropping back into place.

Sharon forced down the grief rising in her chest and hurried over. “Yes, Ms. Dean, it’s me…

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The small basement was packed wall–to–wall with people, boys and girls with young, student faces.

When they saw her, no one spoke, but they silently parted, making a path for her.

A pile of clothes was spread out on the ground, and a frail woman lay on top of it.

She had several deep wounds on her shoulder and thigh. Because they hadn’t been treated if time, they had already festered and rotted, giving off a sickening stench.

She was little more than skin and bones, her face waxy and yellow, like she could stop breathing at any

second.

“Ms. Dean…”

Sharon had barely spoken before her voice broke.

Yvonne shakily reached a hand toward her. “Don’t cry…”

Sharon grabbed her hand tightly.

Yvonne’s eyes flicked past her. “Where’s Nathan? Why didn’t he come?”

“He…”

Sharon’s gaze wavered, about to make something up, but Yvonne saw right through her.

“That’s fine.”

She said softly, “Saves me from saying more… I told you all before, I don’t have much time left. You shouldn’t be wasting it on me. But you kids never listen…

“But that boy… how can he go alone? It’s too dangerous by himself. You have to stay together. That’s how you look out for each other-”

“Ms. Dean, please stop!”

Sharon cut in, her voice tight. “Why are you still worrying about him? He’s an ungrateful bastard. Someone like him didn’t deserve you risking your life to save him!”

Yvonne squeezed her hand, her voice weak. “Oh, you silly girl… what are you talking about? You’re all my students; you’re still just kids. I’m your teacher. Of course, I have to protect you.”

She broke into a violent coughing fit, like it was tearing the last of her strength out of her.

“Please, don’t talk. Just rest…”

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Yvonne’s voice was barely there. “Sharon… I know my body. This is just a last bites When I’m gone, you all have to listen to Mr. Tomlinson…

Mid–sentence, her voice cut off

Everyone froze in shock. Jay rushed forward and checked her breathing, then let out a breath. “She’s okay, She just passed out from exhaustion.”

Despite what he said, everyone knew the truth. At this point, she might fall asleep and never wake up again.

“I’m going to find medicine. I’ll find it, I swear!”

Sharon shot to her feet. “Ravenholt is huge. I believe we’ll find something–at least some fever meds or antibiotics!”

A girl beside her grabbed her arm. “But we’ve already searched around here. There’s nothing. And Ms. Dean… really doesn’t have much time left-”

“Shut up!”

Sharon’s eyes were red, her expression almost fierce. “Who said that? She’s just weak, that’s all. She was talking just now! She’s just tired. She’ll be fine. Move!”

Before anyone could stop her, she bolted for the door.

“This is insane!”

Jay stomped his foot behind her. “First Nathan, now her? She’s on her own out there. Why aren’t you going after her?”

Sharon charged out of the basement and came face–to–face with a zombie in a school uniform.

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The thing froze for half a second, then shrieked and lunged, its long tongue whipping out as it went for her throat.

“Get off me!”

Sharon snapped, fury exploding out of her. A golf club appeared in her hand out of thin air, and she swung with everything she had, smashing it straight into the creature’s open mouth.

She was a storage–space ability user.

Crack!

The club slammed through its mouth and shattered its jaw clean apart.

The zombie never slowed her down. Sharon sprinted out through the school gates, only to hear a distant

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