The Endgame Chronicles (by Hugh White) novel Chapter 648

Chapter 648

“Jasmine’s the one who dropped it!” Ellen snapped, turning around. “What does that have to do with me?”

“Cut the crap,” Donnie shot back4rom behind her. “You slammed into her.”

“I saw it, too,” Charlie added. “Jasmine could barely carry that thing to begin with, and you knocked right into her. I’ve never seen someone so stupid.”

Ellen clenched her fists, shaking with anger.

Jasmine, Jasmine, Jasmine.

Everyone always took Jasmine’s side.

Not a single person stood up for her.

“I’ll go back and carry another one,” Jasmine said quietly.

Ellen didn’t respond. She flung her hand impatiently and marched straight to the fifth floor.

Up above, Hayley watched the little drama unfold without saying a word. There weren’t many people in this group, but there was no shortage of scheming and tension.

About ten minutes later, most of the planters had been carried upstairs.

Meanwhile, the zombies below kept piling higher.

The two-floor gap was roughly twenty feet.

At first, it had been impossible for the zombies to reach that high, but as more and more bodies filled the stairwell, the pile

slowly rose.

After that first female zombie had scratched the stair edge, more of them began jumping up and reaching the broken landing.

Their claws scraped against the fifth-floor stair edge again and again.

Every swipe tore off more white plaster, exposing the dark gray concrete underneath.

“Raarh!”

Just as one of the men was carrying the last planter upstairs, a zombie finally succeeded after countless Eatled attempts.

Its claws hooked onto the jagged edge of the broken stairs, then it lunged upward again.

One claw shot forward and grabbed the man’s ankle. The sharp nails punched straight through the back of his tendon, and its fingers clamped tight.

The moment it hooked his tendon felt like someone snapping a rubber band against a nerve

“Ah!”

The man screamed,

Before the sound had even finished leaving his throat, his leg was yanked downed

The planter he was carrying shattered across the floor as he was dragged toward the openedrog hus body pane ve gitest sease, he managed to grab the railing with both hands

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“Kemp!”

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Warren and the others froze when they saw him being dragged dowtL

But within seconds, more zombies surged up the pile and grabbed onto Kemp Davison’s dangling body.

The zombie that had caught his ankle sank its teeth into his calf. Fresh blood poured out. The scent drove the entire swarm into a frenzy.

One zombie leapt up and bit into Kemp’s left thigh Another clamped down on his right. A third zombie made a perfect jump.

Its claws punched into Kemp’s ribs, fingers digging between bone and muscle. Using his ribcage as leverage, it buried its face into his stomach and began tearing into his organs.

In less than four seconds, Kemp’s body was covered in zombies.

“Help me! Help… Aaaaah!”

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