End Times, Surviving with My Beastly Army novel Chapter 58

Chapter 58 No Mercy

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The boy nodded, trotted over to Robin, and tugged at her sleeve, peering up with enormous, glistening eyes. “Miss… I know you’re good people. You’re so strong. Please, save us… please…”

The tears flowed freely.

The expressions on Tim, Ella, and Dane’s faces went cold.

That was seriously low.

They actually pushed a child forward to exploit their sympathy.

“See how pitiful the kid is? You can’t seriously say no!”

“Yeah, the child is innocent. Would you really be that heartless?”

“The poor boy–born into a world like this…”

Robin looked down at the sniffling boy clutching her arm. She offered a single observation. “Clever tactic.”

Relief flashed across every face in the crowd–they thought it had worked.

Then, Robin peeled the boy’s fingers off her sleeve, one by one, her expression completely flat. “Get away from me.”

The child stared up at her, disbelief written across his small face. It clearly hadn’t occurred to him that anyone would refuse.

Before the group could mount another guilt offensive, the roller shutter gave way with a shriek of tearing metal.

Bang! Bang!

Behind it, a glass sliding door–the last barrier. A dozen zombies hit it all at once. The glass disintegrated inward.

Screaming erupted from every corner of the store.

“Run! Run!”

“Where?! There’s nowhere left to go!”

“Stay close to those four! If we stick with them, we’ll be fine!”

Someone shouted the idea, and the crowd surged toward Robin’s team like they’d found salvation.

Wishful thinking.

Robin exchanged a glance with her team. Ella grabbed a fully loaded shelving unit and hurled it, end over end, straight through the destroyed shutter.

Boom!

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Chapter 58 No Mercy

Every jaw in the room practically hit the floor.

Micah, especially as a strength ability user himself, he couldn’t have pulled off that throw if his life depended on it.

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And while they were frozen in shock, the shelf swept across and instantly knocked the few zombies about to charge in sprawling in every direction.

The four of them moved as a single unit–at blinding speed, with no hesitation–vaulting through the gap the shelving unit had cleared, past the disoriented zombies, and out into open air.

“They’re gone! They actually left us!”

“After them!”

“How?! The door is packed with zombies! We’ll be torn apart!”

“Bunch of useless trash. Move aside, all of you!”

Perhaps terror had unlocked reserves he didn’t know he had, because Jim’s speed ability fired at maximum output. He blurred into a streak and somehow threaded through the zombie gauntlet, squeezing out with inches to spare.

The rest were not so fortunate.

Every window and gap in the store had been sealed for security over the past month. What had once protected them was now a prison. The only way out was the front door–and the front door was a wall of undead.

Screams. Moans. The unmistakable, wet sounds of feeding.

Jim hit the asphalt outside and collapsed, his face a mask of sweat and raw, animal relief.

“Thank God. I’m alive. I’m actually alive-”

The thought hadn’t finished forming before four shadows descended from somewhere above, landing around him in a loose semicircle.

Every hair on his body stood straight up.

He looked up. Robin. Of course, it was Robin.

“You… you people…”

Jim’s pupils shrank to pinpoints. “You’re not seriously going to attack your own kind!”

“Spare me. You are not our kind.”

Ella spat. “Trash like you being alive is a temporary clerical error. And you actually had the audacity to tell Robin to get on her knees for you? Who the hell do you think you are?”

Jim was shaking so hard his teeth were rattling. But beneath the terror, there was a bitter, disbelieving rage.

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