The Endgame Chronicles (by Hugh White) novel Chapter 376

Chapter 376

Hayley’s quess was completely right

As soon as they reached the transfer hall at the top of the stairs, they could sense dark shapes moving along the western corridor

Through countless battles between humans and zombies, several key zombie behaviors had become

clear.

Zombies mainly hunted humans through smell and sound. Their cloudy, cataract-like eyes couldn’t actually see people at all.

That conclusion came from Ruby’s research. The zombie-blocking spray she developed was based on

this exact weakness.

If zombies really could see, they wouldn’t just stand there and let humans escape.

As for scent, once the distance exceeded about 500 yards, it became almost impossible for them to

track.

Sound was another factor. Around 40 decibels was the threshold.

Which meant no screaming.

As long as people stayed quiet and kept noise to a minimum, they could avoid drawing zombie attention.

Right now, everyone was just within that safe range.

So if Hayley led them out quietly enough, there was still hope they wouldn’t trigger a full zombie wave.

Hayley guided everyone forward with light steps.

People held their breath as much as they could. Adults and children alike stayed completely silent, following the line one by one.

They weren’t rookies anymore. Anyone who had survived 18 months into the apocalypse had the most basic discipline and experience.

Just then, a woman carrying a child in the crowd stumbled, her body pitching forward as she was about to fall.

A hand shot out and caught them. Derek reacted instantly, pulling them back.

“Give the kid to me,” he mouthed silently.

The woman gave him a grateful look and handed over the child, then resumed moving forward quietly with the group.

“Raarh, raarh, raarh…”

“Raarh, raarh, raarh!”

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Near the transfer area of Line 2, large numbers of zombies wandered back and forth

They seemed to catch faint hints of a sweet scent, but the distance was too great for them to lock onto it.

They paced aimlessly, stiff necks twisting as their gray, clouded eyes stared blankly around. Some zombies fixated on the direction of Line 11, shuffling back and forth in place.

Suddenly, one relatively closer zombie sensed living human presence behind it. Its head tilted as it turned toward Line 11.

As it limped toward the retreating group, the scent in the air slowly grew stronger.

As if it had discovered a new world, it dragged one leg and snarled as it moved forward. After about 300 yards, it finally caught an overwhelmingly tempting scent.

It was a primal pull, rising from its very essence.

Food.

Fresh, juicy, mouth-watering food!

“Raarh, raarh, raarh!”

“Raarh, raarh, raarh!”

Excitement surged through it as it flung its arms wide and charged forward.

At that moment, a low whistling sound cut through the air. A crossbow bolt pierced straight through the zombie’s head.

Kit raised his homemade compact crossbow. One shot, clean hit.

Hayley glanced at him, appreciation deepening in her eyes. This small base leader was solid. He knew his stuff.

She exchanged a quick look with the others. No words were spoken as they moved faster.

Soon, they saw Exit Three.

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