End Times, Surviving with My Beastly Army novel Chapter 48

Chapter 48 The Terms of a Master

Robin could barely imagine the chaos this serum would cause if word ever got out.

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The new items cost 500 and 1,000 points, respectively. She checked her balance: barely over 20. Pathetic.

Zombies. She needed to kill zombies.

A fire lit inside her. Starting tomorrow, she couldn’t afford to stay cooped up in Shangri–La anymore.

She was going on the offensive.

The lottery wheel had also gained a spin. She watched the chaotic blur of colors slow to a stop. Ding,

“Congratulations! Obtained: Green Recovery Potion 50. Restores 50% stamina within 3 seconds. Auto–heals 30% of injuries. Cooldown: 3 hours. Second dose during cooldown has no effect.”

A miracle drug.

Fifty potions materialized in her

inventory. Robin was ecstatic.

No more worrying about running out of stamina during zombie hunts.

She’d left Shangri–La the previous afternoon. Twelve hours later, dawn was just breaking when she

Everyone was asleep. She eased through the front door–and spotted a figure curled up on the sofa.

Henry was a light sleeper. The faintest sound woke him.

He looked at her, expression slightly awkward. “You’re back.”

got

back.

Robin raised an eyebrow. “Why are you sleeping in the living room? Don’t tell me you were waiting for me.”

She’d only been teasing, but the boy’s face flushed, and he said nothing.

Robin blinked, “You were actually waiting for me?”

Henry turned away. “Don’t get the wrong idea. I wasn’t worried about you. I just couldn’t sleep. And there’s something… I wanted to ask for your help.”

Robin laughed. “What makes you think I’d help you?”

Henry straightened instinctively. “Tim told me you took them in because they were useful to you. I was unconscious, so I was just a bonus. But I don’t need anyone’s pity. I won’t pretend–you’re strong. And I don’t want to freeload. So…

His voice dropped. His face reddened further. “Could you teach me? Fighting. Hand–to–hand. I don’t want to be dead weight.”

“Don’t want to be dead weight?”

Robin regarded him with unhurried interest. “Simple solution. Walk out the front door–left or right, your choice–and never come back. Problem solved.”

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Chapter 45 The Terms of a Master

“You-!”

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Henry panicked at her words. “You want me to go out there and die?”

“Not necessarily. If you’re good enough, you could survive.”

The logic was airtight. Henry went quiet. His hand clenched at his side.

He’d been born into privilege. The best environment, the best education, the ingrained confidence that nothing was ever truly beyond his reach.

The apocalypse had shattered all of that.

Everyone he’d met since waking up was stronger than him. He was the weakest link.

It had taken a sleepless night for the competitive Henry Wood to swallow his pride and ask Robin for help.

His one attempt at swallowing his pride had been met with a flat rejection.

Robin caught the disappointment in his eyes and found herself intrigued. “Tim’s ex–special forces–top–tier combat skills and conditioning. Why not ask him?”

Henry’s head snapped up. “Everyone says you’re the strongest person in Shangri–La.”

“Me?”

Robin chuckled. “Ambitious, aren’t you? But look at you-”

She poked his arm.

Henry flexed on reflex, as if trying to prove he had muscle. “I used to work out. I’ve just been bedridden for two weeks. That’s the only reason I’m weak.”

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