The Endgame Chronicles (by Hugh White) novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27
Chapter 27
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The zombies, starved for days, lunged at the blogger with gnashing teeth and flailing arms. Anyone watching that would feel their knees go weak.
He slammed the thin door of his bedroom shut and jumped onto the balcony.
“Save me!” he shouted, grabbing the rope dangling from above.
The moment he gripped it, he realized he had tied way too much stuff to himself.
“You’re way too heavy!” The trainer above almost lost his balance from the sudden weight. There’s still time! Drop some of the food! Get the food up first!”
The blogger refused. “No! Me and the food together!”
At a moment like this, if he left the food behind, there was no way anyone would save him.
“Then at least toss some of it out!”
Without a word, the blogger threw away a few bottles of water attached to himself.
“Still too heavy! I haven’t eaten in days-I can’t pull it! Throw more!”
The blogger groaned at the camera. “And he calls himself a fitness trainer! If I toss everything, what are we supposed to eat later?”
He threw a few more items, and finally, when the trainer could just barely hold his weight, the bedroom door splintered open.
“Ahhh! Pull me up! Pull me up now!”
The blogger was dangling in midair.
“Hang the food on the side frame! I’ll pull you and the food separately-get you up first, then the food!”
“No! No! The food has to come with me!”
Good luck trusting him to let go if he put it aside! Food meant everything now.
“You have to trust me! Or you won’t get up!”
The blogger hesitated, but before he could think too long, a withered hand grabbed his ankle. He kicked and pulled, panic and pain driving him to climb faster.
“I can’t pull you!”
“I’ll give you food! I’ll give you food!”
Just as he finally decided to let go of some of the supplies, it was already too late.
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Chapter 27

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His scent drew the zombies like magnets. They clawed desperately toward the window. Some fell, some grabbed onto ledges. The mass behind surged forward, trampling each other like a living wave, reaching for the blogger hanging in midair.

Sharp claws tore his skin. One agile zombie latched onto his leg and, with a violent pull, ripped it clean off.

“Ahhh!”

The other leg went next, shredded just as brutally, leaving only two bloody, bare leg bones.

The sounds of tearing and the gush of blood sent the zombies below into a frenzy. They surged toward the building, trying to climb.

There was only one thing on their minds: eat!

The trainer upstairs froze, no longer thinking about the food.

He let go, and the blogger fell.

As the blogger hit the ground, the zombies clinging to the walls and ledges followed, like rabid dogs chasing a meal. He landed in the midst of the writhing horde.

In moments, he was torn apart.

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