The Endgame Chronicles (by Hugh White) novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133

The farmworkers earned money based on the pigs they raised, with the price calculated according to the pigs’ weight at sale.

Their only job was to raise the piglets to maturity.

They weren’t allowed to sell pigs on their own. Each piglet was registered upon arrival, and when the sale date came, the weights had to be verified. Even if a piglet died, the parent company would take it back. No pork could be sold privately.

This system ensured the safety of the meat supply, with full tracking from start to finish.

Hayley looked at the book she had picked up, wondering if the farm had been secretly trying to breed piglets on the side.

She tucked it away and, with Leonard, headed into the pig pens.

There weren’t many workers left inside. Most were still gathered at the entrance.

The way Hayley had barreled in earlier had crushed some zombies and scattered others. The ones that chased them had been taken down by the dogs. Now, the vast farm was basically zombie-free.

As Hayley strode into the pig area, a wave of stench hit her.

Fortunately, she had arrived just in time. Most of the pigs were skin and bones, but about 70% were still alive.

“Leonard, keep watch outside.”

“Got it!” Leonard didn’t hesitate and turned to stand guard.

Hayley surveyed the massive pens and began scooping the live pigs into her inventory, pen by pen.

Still, the smell was awful! Raising livestock was definitely not for the faint of heart.

When she reached the third pen, a sudden glance swept across her back.

Her mental energy instantly locked onto the direction, just as a high-pressure water blast shot past.

Thud!

In the far corner of the pens, a man wearing a baseball cap moved with lightning reflexes, flipping and rolling to dodge, then

scrambled out.

Once clear, he grinned at Hayley.

“So you’re an inventory-variant Gifted!”

Hayley’s brow furrowed. She recognized him as the man at the back of Curtis’s team.

What had stood out before was his energy. He wasn’t an ordinary person, but he wasn’t Gifted either.

“Who are you, exactly?”

The cap wearing man raised his hands. “I mean no harm. I just want to join you!”

“Join me?”

“That’s right! You’re powerful I want to be part of your team. You’re the only ones worth joining!

“And what can you offer me to earn a place?”

The man took off his cap, revealing one eye covered by an eyepatch When he removed the eyepatch, he revealed a gray white zombie eye.

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