Rewrite the Apocalypse dream (by Dee Cari) novel Chapter 307

Chapter 307 The Monster Still Has My Hatchet!

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air turned iee-cold as Joanna materialized on the fifth floor of the apartment building. Freezing afternoon light bled through a frost-rimmed window at the far end of the hallway, casting long, bleak shadows across the floorboards. The brutal subarctic winter temperature blew cold air against the glass, whistling through the cracks. Holding her hatchet low, she stepped forward, her breath blooming into thick white plumes in the unheated air. Every sense was on high alert as she calculated the distance to Edward’s panicked squad.

She focused her gaze straight ahead, scanning the shadows masking the apartment doors. She did not look

Directly above her, clinging to the frozen pipes running across the ceiling, a level-four zombie tracked her, every move. Its body hung upside down like a starved spider, bones clicking beneath gray, leathery skin. Its head was twisted at an unnatural, ninety-degree angle, black eyes locked onto the swing of Joanna’s high ponytail. A drop of thick, black saliva froze mid-air as it fell from its bared teeth, landing silently on the collar of her heavy winter jacket just as she took another step forward.

A dark droplet fell past Joanna’s vision.

She saw the fluid drip one second before the zombie leapt onto her.

Instantly, her instincts flared. As the creature plummeted from the ceiling, jaws snapping shut on empty air, Joanna tore through space. She teleported to the far end of the hallway just as the zombie bit down on nothingness.

The zombie crashed to the floor and whirled around. It looked surprised at how fast she was, its milky eyes widening in brief confusion. But the hesitation vanished instantly. Its deformed neck straightened out with a wet snap, and it launched itself on all fours down the hallway like a rabid hound, claws tearing into the floorboards.

Joanna braced her weight and swung her hatchet with lethal intent.

The blade struck true, burying itself deep into the side of the zombie’s neck. However, the creature’s mutated, subarctic-hardened muscles resisted the edge; the hatchet lodged into the bone but didn’t go all the way through.

With her weapon stuck, Joanna didn’t hesitate. Chambering her free hand, she unleashed a devastating punch fueled by her level 6 strength straight into the zombie’s face.

The level 6 punch landed with the force of a wrecking ball. The zombie’s facial bones imploded instantly, its jaw fracturing into splinters under the massive physical damage. The sheer momentum tore the creature off its feet, launching its body backward down the short corridor. It slammed violently into the frost-rimmed window, completely shattering the reinforced glass and tumbling backward into the freezing subarctic air outside.

Darn it! Joanna thought, staring at the empty window frame. That monster still has my hatchet.

Without a second thought, she locked onto the snowy courtyard below and teleported to the ground. She materialized just as the zombie crashed into a snowbank. Its body was broken everywhere from the five- story drop, arms bent backward and spine snapped, yet the mutated level-four Stalker refused to die. Driven by sheer viral malice, its misshapen head lurching awkwardly from Joanna’s punch, it scrambled up out of the snow and pounced on her.

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Chapter 307 The Monster Still Has My Hatchet!

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It pinned her down, its snapping jaws inches away from her face, black saliva spraying into the freezing

ternoon air.

Adrenaline surging, Joanna bypassed her trapped weapon. She slammed both palms against the sides of its deformed skull, locked her fingers into the flesh, and squeezed with everything her level 6 strength possessed.

The pressure built instantly. Like popping a massive, pressurized zit, the creature’s skull split open with a sickening pop. Viscous, dark fluid erupted from the wound, and the bright, glowing energy crystal oozed ou of the ruptured flesh, landing right into the palm of her hand as the zombie finally went limp.

Stepping on the zombie’s chest, Joanna yanked her hatchet free from its neck. Fearing of being discovered by Wendy’s group if she stayed out in the open too long, she grabbed the glowing core, gripped her weapon, and instantly teleported back to the fifth floor.

The silence of the hallway was gone. The building vibrated as the muffled thuds of Briggs shooting fireballs echoed from the floors above her. Assessing the sound, she decided they were able to handle it for the moment. She turned on her heel and jogged down the stairwell to check on the remaining survivors.

Reaching the third floor, she walked down the hallway to find Andrew’s team still fighting off a small cluster of lower-level zombies. Near the back of the defensive line, Chase and Cory stood tense, their shoulders hunched and eyes wide with anger as they argued with Samantha.

“Don’t you feel bad sending them upstairs?” Chase hissed, his voice trembling with a mix of fury and fear. “They walked right into a death trap!”

Samantha shoved a zombie back with a blast of water. Her hand stayed up a beat too long, and when she answered, her voice came out lower than she probably meant it to. “It was a calculated risk.”

“That’s what you keep saying!” Cory said. “Calculate this-they’re dead because of your call.”

“I didn’t-” Samantha stopped herself. She looked at the floor, then up at the ceiling where the fireball thuds were still rolling through the building. When she spoke again there was a rasp in it she hadn’t had a second ago. “I made the call that gave us our best chance. We needed to know what we were up against.”

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