The Endgame Chronicles (by Hugh White) novel Chapter 502

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Chapter 502

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“I knew you weren’t ordinary,” Hayley said, clapping a hand on Nathaniel’s shoulder with obvious approval. “I’ve got a good eye for talent. It’s settled.”

Nathaniel froze for a beat.

He glanced at the hand on his shoulder, then slowly smiled beneath his mask.

Soon after, Ark Two’s fruit offerings were completely bought out. The auction finally reached its last item.

When a massive glass display case was wheeled onto the stage, Hayley assumed they were about to sell livestock or something equally boring.

She was already losing interest.

Then, the curtain was pulled back.

Thud!

A huge, bloody hand slammed against the glass.

“Raarh!”

A zombie appeared in full view of the hall.

Its body was soaked in blood, not a single patch of intact flesh left. Half its face had been torn away, rotting meat oozing dark fluid as it snarled and slammed itself against the glass. A heavy iron chain was locked around its neck, keeping it barely contained as it snapped its jaws wildly.

Several women in the audience frowned in open displeasure.

Someone from Ark Three spoke up. “You’re not actually auctioning off a zombie, are you?”

“Of course not,” Ruth said, stepping forward with a dazzling smile. “What we’re auctioning is a zombie virus inhibitor.”

The room exploded.

Every single person froze.

Ark Three erupted first, a wave of white masks standing up all at once.

Nathaniel stared at Ruth, disbelief written all over his face. “What did you just say?”

“Zombie virus inhibitor,” Ruth repeated smoothly. “Ark Two has successfully developed one. With an 80% success rate.”

The hall went dead silent.

Then the shock hit.

Everyone stared at Ark Two’s section like they were looking at monsters.

Hayley’s expression darkened.

No way.

In her previous life, even ten years into the apocalypse, humanity never managed to create a zombie virus

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inhibitor. 1

There was no way these people had done it already.

Even if these monsters had zero interest in saving anyone, holding something like an inhibitor would let them rule outright. They could crown themselves saviors. There was no way they would still be hiding out here, trapped in wastelands, worried about zombies.

It was impossible.

“This is the result of long–term research by our inner zone manager,” Ruth continued, spreading her hands gracefully. “Our latest breakthrough.”

As she spoke, a base staff member pushed a young woman onto the stage behind her.

Hayley recognized her instantly. It was the server from earlier, the one who had crossed the man in the white mask.

The girl was tightly bound, her mouth gagged, eyes wide with terror as she was shoved toward the glass case.

Ruth glanced back once.

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