Chapter 409

Chapter 409 No Way Out
Chapter 409 No Way Out
The sound of crunching was loud and sharp, like biting through cartilage.
Someone recognized him.
“That’s Bayard Coronel from the first floor! How the hell did he turn too?!”
Bang!
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Before anyone could react, the camp’s second–in–command shot Bayard clean through the head, dropping him where he stood.
But more zombies were already pouring in.
“Raaagh!”
“Rrrhh!”
At the front of the pack came an elder janitor in a cleaner’s uniform, sprinting alongside a younger one. The younger man’s torso had been ripped open, his intestines spilling out–one section dangling from the older janitor’s mouth as he chewed it mid–run, splattering blood with every bite.
The horde charged into the lavish dining room, bringing with it a wave of newly turned zombies.
“Raaagh!”
They flooded in, pressing shoulder to shoulder.
Only then did the second–in–command think to close the doors. With a sharp kick, he shoved one guard into the oncoming zombies as a makeshift barrier. While the guard screamed, he kicked another man forward. “Shut the door!”
The second guard fumbled with the latch, almost too slow–but managed to slam it shut at the last second.
By then, the guard who had earlier brought the warning–the one Bayard had bitten–was already convulsing on the floor, his body jerking violently as his neck stiffened, ready to rise.
Bang!
The second–in–command put him down without hesitation.
With that, every zombie in the room was down. Sweating heavily, he scanned each person, making sure no one else had been bitten.
Outside, the thunderous pounding of zombies against the door continued Speaking into his comms, he barked, ‘All third–floor guards, get to the fifth floor and stop this horde!”
Half an hour later, with help from Kyle and the guards from two other camps, the fifth–floor horde was finally suppressed.
Only then did the second–in–command allow himself to breathe He stood there, face grim, replaying the outbreak in his head. Where the hell did these zombies.come from?
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He called the researchers on the third floor–nothing. Total calm. The same report came from the second and fourth floors.
Why did they appear only on the fifth?
He was still considering an investigation when a fresh alarm came in–there was an outbreak on the first floor.
What … what the hell?
Downstairs, survivors were begging to be let up, pounding on the elevator doors.
“Sir, should we open it? If we don’t, the entire first floor could be wiped out.”
“If we open it, we’ll bring the zombies up!” the second–in–command snapped. “If even one infected gets in, the whole upper floor is done for. Those worthless bottom–feeders–if they die, they die! Seal every entrance. No one from the first floor comes up!”
With that order, all elevators between the first floor and above were shut down. No upward movement allowed.
The fifth–floor monitors showed every corner of the first floor in real time. It was hell on earth–people were being dragged down by zombies in the hallways, torn apart in their rooms, or crushed together in the elevator lobby, the only upward access point.
Behind them, the horde kept coming. People on the outer edge tried to fight with whatever they could grab; those pressed into the center screamed into the security cameras, pounding on the elevator doors for help.
But as the minutes ticked by, they realized no one upstairs was going to save them. Some broke away, sprinting for the main gate–anything to get out.
The second–in–command’s eyes went colder. “Don’t let them out. Lock the gate–set clearance to my level only.”
And just like that, he cut off their last escape route.
Let them out and give them a chance to spread the infection? Over my dead body.
As far as he was concerned, the zombics were contained on the first floor. Once they understood the situation, they could wipe them out in one go. Releasing anyone now would only unleash the infection outside, planting the seeds for another outbreak.
No one was coming up. No one was getting out.
The second–in–command watched the desperate runners on the screen with eyes like ice.
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