The Endgame Chronicles (by Hugh White) novel Chapter 439

Bang!

As the old woman stepped back into the room, the door in front of Hayley and Griffin slammed shut completely.

The corridor before them shifted into something entirely unfamiliar.

It was no longer the first-floor hallway cluttered with random household junk.

At that moment, they saw everyone collapsed near the third-floor stairwell.

Leonard was unconscious at the landing, clutching the young man. Thomas lay on the steps headfirst, feet up.

Raymond and the others were piled up across the stairwell, bodies stacked one over another.

“Leonard! Tommy!”

Hayley rushed over with Griffin, shaking Leonard and Thomas hard.

Before long, both of them came to.

“Boss…”

“Ah!”

At the same time, one of the men piled on top of the others jolted awake on his own, tearing free from a nightmare.

He looked around wildly. “What time is it now?!”

“Almost midnight.”

The moment Matt heard that, it was like a switch flipped in his head. He scrambled up and bolted toward the third floor without

hesitation.

“Vanessa! You have to wait for me!”

They had been inside for almost three hours.

Matt’s shout startled Raymond awake as well.

“What happened?”

“I really don’t know where your son is!” the young guy Leonard had been helping blurted out

He crawled toward Raymond.

“Raymond, I saw a ghost I swear I did! I saw Mys Goodman! She asked me it I’d seen het son. When I said no, Fooulu Teae her doorway”

“Damn, same here,” another man said “It’s been two years. Mrs Goodman must be dedu direally she eluted was a ghost dětí stayed here”

“Raymond, we need to get out of here,” the others urged hum ansiously

Just then, Matt came running baik, futs hing large medals a Haymond, I got it! Let’s put Now!

“You got the supples? Okay Move Move, now!

Matt charged downhill with the case in his as

Everything around them looked exactly like it had before

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In no time, they were back on the first floor.

Luke Hewitt and Rowan Fields, who had been guarding the door, looked like they were about to lose it when they saw them return. A pile of debris was jammed against the entrance.

“You’re finally back! The zombies are swarming in!”

Outside the heavy iron door, it was packed solid with zombies.

The glass window in the door had long since shattered. Zombie heads crammed themselves through the jagged iron bars, scraping against metal filings.

Closest to the door was the elderly toothless zombie. Its wrinkled face was wedged between the bars. The bloody gums had been ground down completely, exposing stark white jawbone.

It kept chomping away, jaw muscles working furiously as bone scraped against iron.

A white maggot wriggled out of its nostril.

The unlucky maggot was immediately sucked into the zombie’s mouth. Its soft white body was crushed into paste in an instant. The mush smeared across the sharp metal bars, mixed with rotting flesh.

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