The Endgame Chronicles (by Hugh White) novel Chapter 378

Chapter 378

The man waved his hand. A few of his companions ran off, while he and another person moved to either side and pulled a hidden mechanism. With a loud clatter, an enormous yellow-brown, stiff, old cotton blanket dropped down.

At the same time, the companions who had run off came back, each carrying several large buckets fled

with an unknown semi-solid mixture.

A wave of stench hit them head-on.

To Hayley’s shock, they poured bucket after bucket of the yellow-brown mixture onto the thick cotton blanket. Solid chunks floated on top, while a thick, sludgy paste mixed with liquid sloshed underneath

In an instant…

“Ugh!”

Everyone standing close was nearly knocked dizzy by the smell and staggered backward.

Damn. It was human waste!

And not just any kind. It was fermented, concentrated, and absolutely foul.

Strangely enough, the zombie horde slamming against the door outside immediately slowed when the overwhelming stench spread out.

They kept banging against the rolling shutter, smacking the waste-soaked old cotton like beating raw cotton, spreading the smell even further. The filthy liquid splashed and streamed down, leaking out through the gaps in the shutter.

As the stench grew stronger and stronger, the zombies outside finally stopped crashing into the door.

One by one, they seemed to lose their target. They wandered aimlessly outside the shutter, pressing up against the glass windows nearby and staring inside with dull, unfocused eyes. Rows of dead faces crowded the glass, but none of them attacked again.

Everyone inside the mall lobby stood there, shaken and stunned.

“That’ll hold them for a while,” the man said as he turned back. His gaze was cold, wary, and tinged with fear as it landed on Hayley.

Especially when his eyes shifted to their teammate, Simon Porter, who lay on the ground with his head

blown clean off.

He had died instantly.

The people across from them were ruthless. And strong.

Simon had a terrible reputation in their base. He was violent, unreasonable, and loved watching survivors get torn apart by zombies. He had tricked residents who angered him into going outside a few times, just

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to watch them die for his own amusement.

Still, he had been their teammate. Seeing him die so cleanly right in front of them sent a chill through

everyone present.

“What base are you from?” Hayley asked.

At that moment, a cold female voice rang out from above.

“And who are you?”

Hayley looked up. On the second-floor railing, a group of men and women appeared, all raising their

weapons.

The woman at the front held a gun. It was aimed straight at Hayley.

The instant her gun came up, Derek and the others behind Hayley raised their submachine guns in

response.

A dense forest of gun barrels lifted at once, and the pressure of the standoff skyrocketed.

“Ms. Fletcher, they’re refugees who escaped from the subway station,” Freddie Cress said quickly, the same man who had spoken to Hayley earlier.

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