The Endgame Chronicles (by Hugh White) novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142

“That scum is a zombie!”

“Kill him now!”

“Ahhh! N-No, don’t bite me! Bite someone else!”

“Grandma! You’ve been bitten!”

“Grandma, don’t come near me!”

“Grandma’s turning into a zombie! We have to kill her!”

From upstairs, Hayley raised an eyebrow at the sound.

Griffin had no zombie virus. He was a half-zombie with antibodies, so he couldn’t infect anyone.

He was deliberately scaring them.

More terrifying than killing someone was destroying their hope.

Griffin acted like a madman, laughing wildly as he watched this close-knit family tear each other apart.

He believed this world deserved to be destroyed, and he would be the one to set it on fire.

Listening to Griffin’s maniacal laugh, Hayley figured it was probably the same laugh he had used in his past life when he threw all those bases into chaos. He truly wasn’t human.

Hayley finished gathering supplies from the second and third floors.

These floors had daily necessities and clothing.

For the people downstairs, most of these things were useless, and they looked too scared to go upstairs anyway. They mostly huddled in the food section and hadn’t touched anything on other floors.

Hayley, however, had an urgent need for household supplies.

Food wasn’t as pressing since her base was already producing more of it. Over time, the residents would have a growing demand for shampoo, toilet paper, sanitary pads, clothes, shoes, kids’ clothing, and even books.

With a decisive wave of her hand, Hayley gathered all the items no one outside wanted and brought them back to her base.

What others didn’t need was exactly what she needed.

No one was going to fight her for it.

Hayley cleared both floors completely. After finishing, she didn’t rush downstairs. She quietly settled by a window on the second

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