The Endgame Chronicles (by Hugh White) novel Chapter 92

The next day, the deep–red sun rose over the horizon.

Its warm, bright light spilled across what was once a world of human civilization, a world that had created countless miracles.

But now, the human world was in ruins.

There were no more breakfast diners opening at dawn, no morning joggers on the streets, no cleaners tidying up, the roads, and no people rushing about for work.

The city was filled only with endless hordes of zombies and the occasional sharp cries.

“Ahhh!”

In the outskirts of the city, inside a massive factory complex, a four–story building’s roof echoed with a piercing

scream.

Thud!

A stainless steel pipe slammed down onto a zombie, sending it crashing back to the roof.

But it was already too late to hold the line.

“Raarh…”

“Grrrhh…”

A wave of zombies crawled up a dirt mound, climbing over one another in layers.

After stacking themselves through the night, they finally reached the factory rooftop.

The first zombie to pop up was knocked down with a single swing of a steel pipe, but behind it were countless clawed hands grabbing at the roof’s edge.”

Dry, sharp claws dug in. One by one, the mangled, bloody, terrifying faces of zombies peeked over the edge. They had been starving for too long, their grayish, cloudy eyes bloodshot with hunger.

They wanted to eat. They were desperate for fresh humans.

They were so hungry!

“Raargh!”

Two zombies leapt up at the same time.

Thud! Bang!

About nine men held the front line, swinging their steel pipes with all their strength to push the zombies back. Behind them, about twelve women raised weapons too, trying to knock the grabbing zombie hands off the rooftop edge.

There was no way back.

This was the top rooftop. The fire escape behind them had long been blocked, and beyond that was a dense sea of zombies.

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There was no way out.

But as the minutes ticked by, the people on the roof began to tire, while the zombies below only kept coming, climbing higher and higher.

They were all just humans, weak from hunger and malnutrition. Below them was a horde of zombies like unstoppable machines.

“Raaarhh!”

“Ahhh!”

A high–pitched scream rang out.

A male zombie surged past their front line. One of his feet wore the latest branded sneakers, but the other was bare, half of it already gnawed away. He limped along, his bloody foot making him look clumsy, but he moved faster than the other zombies.

He leapt onto the rooftop and lunged at the nearest woman. In a blink, he knocked her down, baring his jagged, broken teeth.

Just as he was about to bite, a steel pipe flew through the air, striking his head with incredible force. His skull exploded instantly.

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