The Endgame Chronicles (by Hugh White) novel Chapter 88

These survivors had been watching Hayley and the rest for a while.

They huddled together on the rooftop like a bunch of frightened lambs, trembling as they stared at what had just happened.

Hayley pulled her gaze back, waved her hand, and motioned for Leonard to leave the factory.

Once they were gone, the people on the rooftop rushed toward the edge to make sure.

“They’re gone.”

“They all left!”

The middle–aged man leading them finally snapped out of his shock. “They’ve got powers, too, and they’re a hundred times stronger than Miles! They’re incredible!”

Everyone fell silent at his words, their faces grim.

That wasn’t some rescue squad with a duty to save them, people willing to risk their lives to pull strangers out of danger. And they definitely weren’t a group anyone could afford to mess with.

They were powerful.

They had high–tech gear and even stronger Gifted among them. They had just crushed everything in that zombie–infested factory.

They were people the rooftop survivors could only look up to.

Good thing none of them had tried yelling for help or done something stupid like Miles and his gang. After those people didn’t get rescued, they just started causing trouble and ended up dead because of it.

Now…

They looked down at the swarm of zombies Miles had released earlier to block Hayley’s escape.

The sun was setting, casting the factory in a dim orange glow. Every corner of the building was crawling with the undead.

As night deepened, the zombies grew faster and more alert. They could sense living people nearby and started howling, pushing toward the factory building under the survivors‘ feet.

They stretched out their arms and clawed at the walls, trying to climb up.

Within minutes, the entire building below was surrounded. Layer after layer of zombies were packed tight, with no room left between them.

The leader, Julian Mercer, noticed that some of them were moving faster than the rest; they were quicker and more agile. They stepped over their own kind, climbing higher and higher, trying to reach the rooftop.

Thankfully, their building was over 30 feet tall, with smooth walls that made climbing nearly impossible. Unlike Miles’s group next door, they hadn’t done anything stupid to provoke Hayley, who could’ve set the zombies on them.

For now, they were safe up here. The zombies couldn’t quite make it to the top.

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Just then, his wife, Rowena Mercer, tugged on his sleeve.

“Honey, look over there…” she said, her voice shaking.

Julian followed her gaze and froze. At the spot where Miles had fallen earlier, a mangled corpse with half its face torn off was struggling to its feet.

Miles had jumped off the ten–story roof and hadn’t died instantly. Starving zombies had swarmed him before he could move, tearing into him.

But because he had been so strong and healthy, he hadn’t been completely devoured before turning into one of them.

“Raargh…!”

A guttural roar ripped through the air.

Zombie Miles howled and spun around, its dead eyes locking on the survivors across the way.

It took off running. In seconds, it was at the base of their building. Facing the wall of zombies that couldn’t climb any higher, it shoved through them and let out a thunderous roar.

The ground beneath him heaved, and a mound of dirt shot up nearly ten feet high.

The surrounding zombies went wild, scrambling up the dirt hill Miles just raised, clawing and climbing with renewed speed.

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