Chapter 503

Chapter 503 The Rotting Truth
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“Say that again.” Juno’s eyes widened, her voice shaking as if the world was tilting beneath her.
Desmond glared back at her, lips curling into something between a snarl and a confession. “Ronald never betrayed you. That whole divorce? That was my handiwork.”
His voice sounded rough, almost teasing. “Do you know his last words to me? He begged me to protect you, saying he would fight to the death so I could live… as long as I promised to take. care of you.”
The bitterness on his face hardened. “You’re still clinging to him? Then go ahead. Follow him to the grave.”
He forced her up the staircase, rough and relentless.
Behind them, the eighth–floor landing trembled with the cries of the trapped zombie horde. The noise echoed through the walls, but Juno’s heartbeat was even louder. For a brief moment, her panic subsided, replaced by a cold, steady calm. She allowed Desmond to move ahead, his figure a shadow in the dark stairwell. Then, with quiet determination, she followed him.
Theresa and her group broke onto the fourteenth floor.
The first thing she saw stopped her in her tracks. Cecilia sat slumped against the wall, her face
her chalk–white. The instant she saw Theresa, panic and desperation lit up eyes.
“You came back!” she cried, stumbling to her feet. “Please, take me with you! I’ll hand over all the potatoes, just don’t leave me behind!”
Theresa arched an eyebrow, finding Cecilia’s new pleading tone somewhat amusing. “Where’s the rest of your team?”
Cecilia stammered, “They… they…”
Bam!
A bloodied hand slammed against the emergency exit behind her.
Matthew staggered forward, covered in blood. Half his cheek was gone, bone jutting from the open wound. Blood poured down his neck like a faucet left running.
He tried to speak, tilting his head back. That’s when they saw it. A zombie head was still latched
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onto his throat, chewing into his veins and ripping his tendons apart.
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Matthew’s mouth opened wide. Blood gushed out, but you could still read his lips, ‘ Help me. ”
Thud, thud, thud …
Another figure stumbled into view from above.
This one was worse. His legs were gone, gnawed to nothing but two bloody femurs sticking out under his tattered boxers. Half of his backside was eaten away, but from the waist up, he was mostly intact.
His eyes were cloudy gray.
Theresa recalled him–one of the fools who’d split off earlier.
The man opened his mouth with a wet groan and threw himself forward, clacking down the stairs on bare bones like they were stilts.
Bang!
Lucas didn’t even hesitate. One clean headshot ended it.
His frown grew deeper. “We cleared the upper floors. Why are more still crawling out?”
Before anyone could answer, the emergency door rattled violently.
Bam, bam, bam …
Zombies crashed against it in relentless waves. At the center was Matthew, with what remained of his face a tangled mess of flesh, his eyes wide and gray. He pounded the metal with fists like a sledgehammer.
He had been a strength–type ability user when alive. Now, as a strength–type ability zombie, his blows shook the entire frame.
The stairwell erupted with footsteps from below. The zombie horde was climbing.
“Move!” Theresa barked. She didn’t waste another breath. She seized Quentin’s arm, shot Cecilia a piercing glare, and sprinted upward. Questions could wait—the mess was obvious- Cecilia had brought trouble right to their doorstep.
The only goal now was survival.
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The group thundered toward the fifteenth floor.
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Theresa had just stepped onto the landing when the door exploded open. A zombie lurched through, gripping a severed head in its claws. Its mouth dripped with brown, slimy muck, strands of half–rotted flesh hanging loose, alive with wriggling maggots.
The zombie dropped the head like trash the second it caught the scent of the living. Its jaw cracked wide, sticky strands of rot dangling from its teeth.
The stench hit like a wall–it had been feeding on corpses long past decay. Theresa recognized it instantly. It was the same male body she’d seen before, kneeling on the ground with fly eggs crawling across his scalp.
“Raaagh!” It lunged.
Theresa had no blade anymore. She acted on instinct. She swung Quentin by the legs like a sack of bricks, punting the zombie square in the chest and sending it flying.
His stunned silence said it all.
There was no time for complaints. She quickly lifted him back into her arms and ran through the door on the fifteenth floor.
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A dark, smoky black cloud emerged from the darkness beyond.