Chapter 406
Chapter 406 The First to Turn
The young worker yanked open the stall door–and froze, frowning at the sight before him.
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These so–called high–and–mighty managers … What a bunch of animals! Who takes a dump and doesn’t flush? Absolutely shameless!
And splatter – seriously? Ever heard of “one small step forward, one big step for public hygiene “? Or, I don’t know,
maybe squatting far enough back so you don’t splash your own heels?
How can anyone leave a mess like this and walk away? People like this shouldn’t even exist!
“Sir, these fifth–floor managers are just filthy animals,” he muttered angrily to his supervisor.
Before the words were even cold, the stall behind them opened. A tall figure filled the doorway, but what caught the young man’s eyes first was the gleam of a silver manager’s badge on the man’s chest.
His mind went blank.
Oh sh * t … I’m dead! He heard me. I just insulted a manager. I’m done for!
The supervisor clearly sensed the danger, too. “Sir, we… we weren’t saying–ah!”
Before he could finish, Bayard’s massive frame slammed into him, knocking him to the floor. The man roared like a wild beast, teeth snapping. The supervisor threw up a hand to block, but Bayard clamped down hard, biting clean through his index, middle, and ring fingers in one crunch.
“Ahhhhh!”
The supervisor yanked his hand free, but his ring and middle fingers were gone entirely. Only the finger bone of his index remained, the flesh scraped away, leaving it slick with blood and bare white bone.
“Ahhhhh!”
The agony was blinding, but before he could cry out again, Bayard tore into his throat, ripping out his vocal cords.
Then the big man began tearing into him, mouthful after mouthful, blood spraying across the stall. Within seconds, the supervisor was nothing but a mangled, twitching heap on the floor–his body moving only from involuntary spasms.
The young worker collapsed in horror, landing hard in the very filth he’d just been complaining about. He could only stare, shaking violently, as Bayard finally lifted his head. A pair of milky–gray, lifeless eyes
stared back at him.
“Rrragh!”
He lunged for him.
The young man shoved the stall door shut.
Bang!
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Chapter 406 The First to Turn
One of Bayard’s hands slammed against it, holding it fast.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The whole stall shook with each impact. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs
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Trembling uncontrollably, the young man grabbed the only weapon at hand–a mop–wedging one end against the wall and the other against the door. When it held for a split second, he scrambled up onto the toilet tank, clawing at the divider above.
He had just managed to get a grip when the door exploded inward with a crash.
Bayard, now fully a zombie, stared up at him, snapping his hardened, claw–like fingers toward the young man’s dangling leg. In a panic, he kicked off like a rabbit, hauling himself onto the top of the partition.
And that’s when he saw his supervisor lying in the blood outside the stall. The man’s body jerked—once, twice, three times–each tremor stronger than the last.
Finally…
“Urrgh–ah-”
He stiffened on the floor, eyes snapping open to reveal the same cloudy, white zombie stare.
“Sir!” the young man screamed.
Meanwhile, on the first floor of Ark Camp Three, Darian and Chadric had just finished their first real meal since the apocalypse, courtesy of Theresa, and returned to their dorm room.
The dorms were eight–man rooms, separated by gender. Husbands and wives were split up, as were most families.
For Darian and Chadric, it wasn’t too bad–at least father and son could stay together. Many of their coworkers were separated from their wives, daughters, or mothers.
Still, even among the poorest, people found ways to look out for each other. During mealtimes, many would cross into other sections just to share a meal with their loved ones.
At the moment, only one other man in their room had brought his wife over to eat.
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