The Endgame Chronicles (by Hugh White) novel Chapter 74

Hayley walked with one hand gripping her shovel, a pack of dogs running close behind.

“Ace, keep an eye on the front. Diamond and King, watch the back. Hearts, Joker, stay on my sides.”

She checked several vehicles in a row before finally finding a delivery truck with the keys still in the ignition. The gas tank was full, and the engine looked good. This would be the one they drove home later.

After sending Leonard a quick message about it, she moved on to loot the rest of the trucks.

She climbed onto the rear bar of a container truck and ripped the lock clean off with her bare hands. Ever since

she’d been strengthened by the system, her physical power was downright unreal.

Swinging the doors open, she was greeted by rows and rows of delivery boxes stacked to the ceiling.

Hayley absorbed everything in one go.

She could unbox them when she got back. For now, it was all about collecting supplies fast.

Once that truck was emptied, she jumped to the next one.

The container–style delivery trucks all got the same treatment–locks broken, doors pried open. The open–bed ones were even easier; she just climbed onto the roof, tore through the rain tarp, and dropped down inside to grab everything.

On average, each truck gave her around 350 cubic feet worth of materials.

By the time she cleared the 40–something trucks, she’d packed away over 14 thousand cubic feet of supplies. That was enough to fill an entire 2,000–square–foot house from floor to ceiling.

The only disappointment came when she opened three refrigerated trucks.

The moment she cracked one open, a wave of rot hit her straight in the face. The smell was awful.

It had been over a month since the apocalypse started. Anything that needed to be kept en

Hayley wrinkled her nose and moved on, leaving those trucks behind.

By the time she finished looting everything, Leonard’s voice came through her earpiece.

“Boss, road’s clear. We can roll out.”

long gone bad.

Hayley stood on top of a truck, finishing off the last haul. She was just about to head back when she spotted something about half a mile away–three tanker trucks jammed together among the wrecks.

Her eyes flicked toward the horizon.

A gas

Fuel!

station.

“Leonard, drive the marked truck down and bring the armored one up here. Clear me a lane on the ramp I’m bringing those tankers with us!”

Leonard didn’t hesitate. “On it!”

Hayley whistled for her dogs and sprinted toward the gas station with them at her heels.

When she got close, she finally saw movement–zombies.

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The small gas station lot was littered with them, wandering aimlessly between the pumps and the convenience

store.

The store itself was a wreck. Judging by the mess, when traffic had stopped on the highway, people must’ve fled ‘here for shelter or supplies

But none of them made it out. Every single one had turned.

The station was one of the biggest gathering points along the road, and even though a lot of the zombies had chased after victims and left, there were still plenty of them around.

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