The Endgame Chronicles (by Hugh White) novel Chapter 395

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As Hayley was speaking, she felt someone’s gaze settle on her.

She looked past Milo and realized he had brought someone she had never seen before.

The man looked about 27. His features were neat and well–balanced, his skin fair. His medium–length hair clearly hadn’t been cut since the apocalypse, so he had simply tied it back.

He wore thin, gold–rimmed glasses and smiled at Hayley. His demeanor was gentle and refined, polite and approachable. He didn’t have Milo’s rough dominance, nor Liam’s rigid discipline, and he was nothing like Alex’s cold ruthlessness.

At first glance, he looked easygoing and good–natured.

But Hayley felt that beneath that pleasant smile was the kind of danger that could stab you in the back without warning.

“Who’s this?” she asked.

“That’s Scott,” Milo said, his deep voice rumbling.

Hayley’s eyes instantly lit up.

“Captain Reid, I’ve heard so much about you,” Scott said, his handsome, fair face breaking into an even warmer smile.

His long, narrow eyes curved into crescents as he reached out his hand.

Hayley looked at the pale, slender hand extended toward her. Memories of Scott from her previous life flashed through her mind.

Scott, leader of Tomorrow Base.

He had led Tomorrow Base through five years of survival in Crestford and eventually died during a massive citywide zombie tide. While alive, he had slaughtered over 300 thousand zombies, and he enforced strict zombie- kill quotas for his base residents.

One zombie head per person per day. If you failed, you used your own head to make up for it.

This quota was real and enforced. Scott personally inspected the results every day. No one ever slipped through.

Rumor had it that by the later stages, an entire building was piled high with both zombie heads and human heads.

Scott was double–gifted. One was mental–variant, and the other was unknown.

As for personality, Scott was extremely calculating. He was warm on the outside, but cold within. Always smiling, always polite, yet just as brutal as Milo.

He had long ranked third on the Ten Toughest People list. If he hadn’t died so early and been replaced by Alex, he could’ve gone head–to–head with Milo.

He was the kind of man ruthless enough to kill his own people.

However, Scott and Milo were fundamentally different.

Milo culled his base population because food was genuinely running out. If he didn’t do it, the base would riot, and even more people would die.

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On top of that, Milo had lived in places with very different legal and moral systems. His understanding of human ethics was completely different. In extreme conditions, he was willing to sacrifice part of the population to preserve the spark of survival.

He had always actively sought new paths for his base as well, constantly searching for supplies and food.

Scott was nothing like that.

He operated inside a resource–rich city. With just a bit of expansión, he could’ve secured massive supplies, more than enough for his base to survive and grow.

Yet instead, he pushed his base forward at a terrifying, almost deranged pace, forging it into a king’s war chariot. Every base resident was treated as fuel for that chariot.

Hayley had analyzed long ago why Scott’s base was doomed to fall.

But she had to admit that when Scott’s war machine first ignited, it was the most terrifyingly powerful force of the early apocalypse.

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