The Endgame Chronicles (by Hugh White) novel Chapter 275

Chapter 275

The glass doors slid open from both sides, with a U–shaped lock if the middle. When more than a dozen zombies slammed into them, they instantly forced the biggest gap wider.

Countless zombie hands shoved through the crack, snarling and reaching toward the fresh meat cans inside.

“Aaaah!”

“Ah!”

“Help!”

The girls on the stairway started screaming all at once.

“Shut up!” Hayley didn’t even have time to deal with Griffin anymore. She scanned the room and shouted, “Block the entrance now!”

Only then did the students snap out of it. Ned led the other guys in shoving the already emptied shelves against the front door.

With the zombies so close, the stench of rot and blood hit them in the face. Pale bodies pressed into the gap, lifeless like real corpses. Their fingertips were black, the nails abnormally long, scraping glass into powder as they clawed forward.

The students‘ knees went weak just watching.

These kids were absolute lottery winners of the apocalypse.

They hadn’t made it into any evacuation shelter base, but they were trapped in this mega pharmacy from the start.

The outbreak happened at dawn. The group had spent the whole night partying at a Timberfall bar and were on their way back to crash. On the road, they saw the only 24–hour pharmacy still open and went in to grab a few things.

When they entered, the store was empty, except for a pool of blood at the checkout counter.

While they were still confused, screaming erupted outside.

A pharmacy clerk in a white coat, face covered in blood, was chasing a middle–aged man down the street. At the intersection, the man was tackled and pinned to the ground.

He was torn into pieces right in front of them.

They thought they were seeing things after drinking all night. Frozen by the window, they watched as the clerk ripped into the man until he stopped moving.

Just as they started wondering whether they should call the cops, the dead man twitched.

His limbs convulsed, and then he stood up.

When he rose again, his face had turned gray white, like a corpse. His eyes were cloudy and drained of lite, his pupils gone pale like in a zombie movie.

The students might not have understood what was happening, but they had all watched zombie movies and read the books.

The moment the two zombies noticed them and started running toward the store, they slammed the front doors shut and pulled down the shutter.

They never opened that shutter again

They watched the number of zombies outside grow and spread, saw official alerts on the phones, then eventually watched everything go silent when the network died, and the power went out

They were completely trapped.

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All things considered, they were incredibly lucky. Froit the outbreak until now, no one had ever tried to rob them, and no mobs had broken in

This world still had lucky people. Every region was different.

Some places got all the breaks, while others were like hell on earth, with one disaster hitting after another, as if the world was out to get them.

The human–eating hideout hidden inside Timberfall, just a few hundred yards away, was a good example. It was so awful that it was hard to even talk about.

Meanwhile, these lucky kids had never truly fought a zombie face–to–face.

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Chapter 276

“Ah!”

A skinny guy slipped while pushing a shelf and fell right in front of the big glass doors.

A zombie’s hand shot through the gap and grabbed his thigh.

“Digby!”

His classmates immediately yanked him back.

His girlfriend rushed over as well. “Are you okay?”

“I–I’m fine.” Cold sweat covered Digby Vega’s forehead.

A cool voice sounded from the second floor. “Check for wounds!”

Everyone looked up again.

“Hurry up! Anyone scratched or bitten by a zombie turns into one. Do you seriously not know that?”

The whole group whipped their heads toward Digby.

Digby’s already pale face turned ghostly white. “I–I wasn’t hurt!”

He pulled up his pant leg to his knee. “See? Nothing! The zombie grabbed me here earlier. There’s no cut!”

Hayley stood on the stairs, her cold gaze sweeping over him. “Take all of it off.”

Everyone’s expression instantly soured.

But with how violently Hayley had acted earlier, none of them dared talk back. Digby clenched his jaw, stripped off his pants, and stood there in just his boxers.

Hayley examined his legs. “Keep going.”

This time, the group finally snapped.

“There’s no need for that!”

“Seriously?”

“Who do you think you are?”

“Why should we listen to you?”

“Digby’s a guy! Why should he strip for you?”

“You’ve got some nerve saying that!”

Hayley stared at this crowd of people, who were even more clueless than the tech park idiots she had wiped out betore. “Grifin, don’t tell me this is your type? Sweet, stupid girls?”

The fully hogtied Griffin lowered his head and chuckled.

“Suit yourself. When he turns into a zombie and tears you apart, that’s on you,” Hayley said.

She didn’t bother arguing anymore. She secured Griffin more tightly and headed back upstairs to grab the rest of the medicine.

Once she collected everything, she was out of here.

Hayley never judged survivors by age or gender. She didn’t hate them or favor them

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She respected anyone trying to stay alive. As long as they didn’t mess with her or disrupt her plans, she didn’t care how they chose to survive.

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