The Endgame Chronicles (by Hugh White) novel Chapter 215

Chapter 215

Hayley stood off to the side, watching the tnan sweat buckets as he dug two deep pits.

He carefully collected every part of the two zombie corpses, pieced them back together, and buried them with full sincerity.

“Sorry about this, old folks. If I ever get the chance, I’ll come visit you again.”

Then, he bowed deeply toward the two graves.

Hayley wasn’t sure what to feel. The more she looked at this young man, the more shocked she became.

Suddenly, a name from the list of the ten toughest people flashed through her mind.

No way… Was this Robert Pearson?

She stared at the man in the gray shirt. “What’s your name?”

He turned at the sound of her voice. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and gave her a shy, underfed smile. “My name’s Robert Pearson. Thank you for saving me.”

Hayley almost choked.

It really was him!

In the apocalypse, there were all kinds of people. The most wicked, yes, but also the most unbelievably kind.

Robert was kindness taken to the extreme.

He was the only person on the ten toughest people list who wasn’t there because he fought brutally or killed efficiently.

His gift was short-range teleportation, a mutated form of an inventory-variant gift.

He could teleport up to 15 feet at once.

It was a deceptively powerful gift, perfect for escaping, and even better for silent assassinations.

But Robert never killed. Not people, not even zombies.

His entire life, he had only saved people.

The story that made him famous happened during a zombie siege.

Tens of thousands of zombies broke through one of the defensive lines of his base. Before the support team could arrive, everyone fled toward the underground bunker.

Everyone except Robert.

He ran back and forth across the surface, diving into the massive zombie tide again and again, carrying people who couldn’t run and hauling them one by one down into the bunker.

By the time reinforcements blasted through the horde, he had saved more than 100 people.

Men, women, kids, soldiers, civilians.

He was soaked through, his hands ripped open from climbing the rope ladder over and over, and his shoulders carved with bleeding grooves.

When help finally held the zombies back, he collapsed on the ground, his legs almost giving out completely.

It took three days of feeding him and nursing him back for him to survive.

After that, his name spread everywhere.

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He became a legend and got into the list of the ten toughest people.

People called him a ray or tight in the apocalypse, proof that humanity still had no own kind of brilliance

Unfortunately, kindness rarely paid off.

In year nine of the apocalypse, Robert died from exhaustion and long term mainutrition.

Even with Base K1’s special treatment, he never ate enough. He always gave away his food to someone who needed it more

He spent his whole life helping others.

When he died, Base K1 lowered its flag for half a day.

The very next day, the base was hit with another zombie siege.

But this time, there was no Robert charging in and out like a one-man rescue team.

Some people even said that if he had lived just one more day, many more people might have made it.

But in the grand scheme of things, saving a few people didn’t matter anymore.

Because soon after, every base in the Eastern region fell.

Robert was like the last echo of a fading civilization. The moment his light went out, humanity slid straight into its darkest night.

His strength alone couldn’t turn the tide.

But maybe it was better that he died before witnessing the collapse.

Because up until his final moment, Robert truly believed humanity would overcome the zombie crisis and return to peace.

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