The Endgame Chronicles (by Hugh White) novel Chapter 362

Chapter 362

“Send me all the data on Milky Way Base,” Hayley said.

An armored vehicle sped down an empty road.

After six months of support from Liam and the others, not only had they managed to keep 27 small bases alive, they had also reopened the roads between bases.

If you want to survive well, you fix the roads first.

Hayley’s vehicle raced forward without obstruction.

A thick stack of files was handed to her.

Hayley began reading the reports carefully.

Milky Way Base sat on the outskirts of Brookville. Before the apocalypse, it had been a large suburban amusement park with roads leading in every direction.

Brookville’s subway system had even extended one line so that its final stop was right here.

Before the apocalypse, this place was a well-known attraction. And when everything collapsed, it was summer vacation, which was peak season for visitors.

As a result, a large portion of Milky Way Base’s survivors had been tourists.

Those staying in nearby hotels and vacation rentals had all chosen the amusement park as their gathering point.

The park had basic perimeter fencing, wide open terrain, plenty of places to hide, and access to food and drinks. It really was a good choice.

The only problem was that its location was too good.

Most of Brookville’s main roads led straight here. When the city’s zombie tide spilled outward, this place

was the first stop.

The fact that Milky Way Base was still standing was all thanks to Haylight League’s support.

Without that support, it would’ve been gone long ago.

By the time Hayley’s armored vehicle arrived, it was already evening.

Through the window, she saw the amusement park ahead, black silhouettes under a blood-red sunset. Inside, shapes packed together densely, looking as lively as a pre-apocalypse weekend crowd.

Corpses stacked like hills. The dead were swarming in every direction.

It was practically a horror park!

Fifteen minutes later, a thunderous explosion tore through the northwest corner of the amusement park.

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The moment the zombies heard it, they all turned their heads in unison, staring straight toward the

source

Raarh

Raarh

“Raarh’ Raarh

The zombies that had been converging toward the center suddenly went berserk, surging in massive waves toward the northwest corner.

Not long after, one mine explosion after another echoed from that direction.

When roughly 70% of the zombies were drawn away by the blasts, a team rushed in from the southeast

corner.

“They dug tunnels under the service center, right?”

“Right.”

Their main activity zone was the central service center, and they had dug a basement beneath it.

In a situation like this, that was exactly where they would hide.

Hayley vaulted the fence and charged straight into the core service center area. The moment she stepped inside, she was met by a zombie in an employee jumpsuit, its stomach split wide open.

“Raarh!”

The staff zombie clutched a string of bloody organs in its left hand, shoving them into its mouth as it lunged at Hayley.

A wave of thick, bloody stench and the nauseating, aged rot unique to zombies slammed into her face.

The stench was like a dead rat left to rot for months in a damp corner, perfect for decay. Goo kept oozing out. It never fully broke down, and the smell was so bad that it could make you puke up last night’s

dinner.

Slash!

The blade flashed across its neck, splitting the skin, severing tendons, and cutting through bones.

It was a clean chop.

Just as the zombie reached Hayley, its head came clean off.

A half-swallowed length of intestine spilled out from its throat, one end still in its mouth, the other jammed in its neck.

And yet, even with its head severed, the zombie’s mouth kept chewing, grinding away without stopping.

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