The Endgame Chronicles (by Hugh White) novel Chapter 847

Chapter 847

Hayley stopped attacking

With one final blast of fire, she forced the entire horde back. Then she shot forward in a straight line, accelerating so fast she looked like a streak of light, heading straight for the vehicle that had already broken through.

She reached the door a full second before June and the others.

One by one, they all piled into the vehicle. The moment everyone was inside, the cabin sealed, and the air purification system

kicked in.

They had spent over half a year preparing for this toxic fog. The system worked. As soon as the filtered air circulated, the suffocating stench faded.

The only problem was visibility.

The fog ahead thickened, turning into a solid wall. Spencer could barely see the road.

Zombies kept bursting out of the haze, rushing straight at them, closing in from every side.

Hayley heard explosions again.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Fire arrows streaked through the haze, lighting up the darkness. A powerful beam cut through the fog ahead, clearing a path.

Clark and his team had arrived.

“Hayley, that’s Clark up ahead!” Fiona shouted, her voice full of excitement.

Hayley’s expression finally eased a little. “Step on it. We’re pushing through!”

Everyone surged forward toward Clark’s position.

“Raarh!”

“Raarh!”

The zombies chased the vehicle, howling.

Spencer floored the gas. Guided by Clark’s lights and covered by their firepower, they tore through the last stretch.

Three minutes later, they broke free of the toxic fog.

The vehicle climbed onto higher ground.

Up ahead stood Clark and the others, fully armed, waiting.

“We made it!”

“We’re out!”

Cheers erupted inside the vehicle. Even Hayley let a small smile slip once she saw they were safe.

Oply Ben stayed quiet. When he saw Clark, there was none of his usual swagger left.

Half an hour later, everyone returned to Clark Base.

They got lucky. There wasn’t a single casualty.

Chapter Bas

Truth was, Hayley had never planned for anyone to get hurt. She only needed the others to support her. She had taken on the real danger herself.

If everything had gone exactly according to plan, June and the others would never have been put in serious danger at all.

Those few seconds had been the difference between life and death.

If June and the others had stuck strictly to orders, ignored everything else, and carried out the detonation on time, buying her those critical seconds, they would have avoided the toxic fog entirely.

But it was over now.

They had come to help, so Hayley wasn’t about to blame anyone.

As soon as they got back, Whitney rushed over.

“Honey!” She threw herself into Clark’s arms, eyes scanning him in panic,

“I’m fine. Not a scratch.” Clark wrapped her up, grinning wide.

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