End Times, Surviving with My Beastly Army novel Chapter 297

Chapter 297 A Name from the Past

Anything over 1,000 square feet was already considered rare talent, and this girl in front of her had over 3,000

Robin lifted her chin. “Lead the way.”

Sharon froze. “Lead… the way?”

“Yeah. You said your teacher’s hurt. You’re asking for something this valuable, so I need to see it myself. What if you’re lying, just trying to scam supplies?”

“I’m not!”

Sharon’s face flushed red. “But… I can’t take you to our place.”

That was their hideout. There was no way she could just bring strangers in.

Robin stopped where she stood. “If you don’t trust me, then I don’t trust you either. In that case, forget it.”

She turned to leave.

Sharon panicked. “W–Wait!

“There’s more than one person there. All the survivors from our school are staying together. I need to talk to them first.”

“Fine.”

Robin didn’t object. There was a faint trace of approval in her gaze.

This girl had guts, stopping an armored vehicle like that.

She had loyalty, willing to go this far for her teacher.

She had a brain, not dragging a stranger straight into their base.

And her hair…

“Hold on.”

Robin called out again. “Did you cut your own hair?”

The ends were jagged and uneven, like they’d been hacked off.

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Sharon rubbed the back of her head, a little embarrassed. “Y–yeah… I used a knife… It’s the apocalypse. Long hair gets in the way, makes things dangerous, and it’s a pain to deal with, so I decided to just cut it

short.”

She handled things cleanly too. No dragging things out, no pointless fussing, no acting delicate.

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Chapter 29 Nome from the Past

Robin nodded to herself, her impression of the girl rising again.

Sharon’s figure disappeared quickly, then reappeared just as fast.

She’d been running so hard her hair stuck to her forehead, damp with sweat.

“Let’s go. I already told them. Come on, hurry! Ms. Dean really won’t tast much longer!”

Robin nodded, and the group followed her.

The basement door swung open, and a faint but foul smell drifted out, making a few of them frown.

Sharon didn’t react at all, or maybe she’d already gotten used to it.

The people inside looked over, tense. There was fear and caution in their eyes, but more than that, hope.

They were hopeful that Robin could really bring something to save Yvonne.

When Robin saw the woman lying on that pile of filthy clothes, eyes closed, she sucked in a sharp breath.

Even after all these years, even with how thin she’d become, almost unrecognizable, Robin could still trace familiar lines in her face.

Her voice trembled without meaning to. “Is… your teacher’s last name Dean?”

Sharon was a little surprised by the shift in her tone, but she nodded. “This is Ms. Yvonne Dean.”

Yvonne Dean.

It really is her.

Memories buried for years came rushing back. Robin’s throat tightened as she shoved people aside. “Move!”

She rushed forward, flipping her hand to pull out a Healing Potion and an Energy Booster, then gently lifted Yvonne’s back and helped her sit up.

The wounds on Yvonne’s body were horrifying to look at.

She was so weak that she couldn’t even swallow, so Robin didn’t dare rush it. She could only dab the potion onto her lips, letting it slowly seep in.

It was a long process. No one rushed her. Everyone stood there watching, tense, eyes locked on them.

The system’s medicine was ridiculously effective. Before even a third of it was used, Yvonne already looked completely different.

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