Chapter 62

Chapter 62 No One Gets Out Alive
Chapter 62 No One Gets Out Alive
Every person added value in the camp.
And right now, Theresa was looking at a group of prime working–age survivors–exactly the kind of able- bodied labor the camp needed.
But not tonight.
“We’re not helping them. Theresa said flatly,
The sun was already setting. Even if they did want to take in these survivors, it would have to wait until tomorrow. For now, they needed to fall back.
As soon as she spoke, Kyle hit the gas, driving them away without hesitation.
He was like a machine. Whatever Theresa said, he executed without question. Total loyalty. Total obedience.
But up on the rooftop, the people watching Theresa’s vehicle panicked.
“Don’t go!”
“You can’t leave us!”
Their screams echoed in the dying light–and attracted the zombies trapped below.
A low, heavy pounding came from behind the massive metal doors of the food processing plant.
Those people had been trapped on the rooftop for weeks. Thankfully, being in a food plant meant they had plenty of supplies. When they first took shelter up there, they’d hauled up whatever they could carry and had been barely hanging on since.
But now, just on the other side of the warehouse doors, hundreds of ravenous zombies were clawing and banging with feral intensity. A month of confinement had driven them to madness. The chains on the door were barely holding. Thɪs chapter is updated by.net
Up until now, the rooftop survivors had kept quiet, hiding in corners and trying to minimize their presence.
But once they spotted people in the factory–real, living people–their hope was reignited. And when they saw Theresa’s vehicle preparing to leave, panic took over. They shouted. Pleaded. Screamed.
And were rejected.
“They’re not coming to help us?” a woman cried out, turning to a heavyset man beside her. “Mr. Easton, what do we do now?!”
The man was Dane Easton. Before the apocalypse, he had been a low –level security supervisor at the factory. But after the outbreak when he and a group of survivors made it to the roof, his size and background let him take charge. Then he awakened to a special ability, and his control over the group became absolute.
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Everyone answered to him.
He hadn’t planned on leaving. If they hadn’t been running low on food, he wouldn’t have even asked for help. But now? Now they were desperate. And these people had the audacity to refuse him!
“They won’t save us?” Dane’s face twisted in rage. “Then they’re not leaving either
He pulled out a remote–a small, crude device with a single button. His beady eyes gleamed with green light as he pressed his thumb down.
“Mr. Easton, don’t!” A wiry man nearby lunged for him. “If you open the gates, we’re all dead
Smack! Dane backhanded him like swatting a fly, grabbed him by the collar, and lifted him off the ground.
“If I die, we all die! Right?!”
The rest of the group shouted in agreement.
“They refused to save us–they deserve to die!”
“Kill them!”
“If we die, they die too!”
Satisfied, Dane hurled the man off the rooftop, hurling the only voice of dissent to his death.
Then he pressed the button.
The factory gates creaked open.
And chaos erupted.
“Raaaghhhh-”
“Hsssshhkk-”
The man who had been thrown off the rooftop crashed to the ground right in front of the factory’s main
entrance.
And the moment the gates swung open, a torrent of zombies flooded out and swarmed him instantly. This time, they were far too hungry–starved beyond reason.
To them, he wasn’t a fellow human, or even a potential new zombie.
He was just food.
Before his body had a chance to mutate, the horde tore into him, devouring him complete! leaving nothing but a pile of gleaming bones.
Hunger
Hunger!
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Still starving!
Must rat!
“Aaaagh-
The scream was cut short–smothered beneath the weight of teeth, claws, and desperation.
From the rooftop, the others watched with wide eyes. Horrified–but thrilled.
Yes, their faces said. This is what they deserve,
Dane crouched down, glaring at the departing vehicle.
His fingers scraped against the rooftop’s edge as his eyes locked onto Theresa’s car. When it reached the closest point to the building, he struck.
You’re not getting away.”
Boom!
Beneath Theresa’s armored vehicle, the ground buckled violently. The whole car lurched as if it had been kicked from below.
Beep Beep-
The dashboard screamed alerts. The armored car’s system detected a sudden obstruction–something had risen beneath the vehicle and lodged itself right into its undercarriage.
An earth–based ability.
The power was weak, but well– timed. A mound of dirt had surged up, perfectly wedging the vehicle in place.
And in Theresa’s view, the situation worsened.
Zombies.
Everywhere.
Pouring in from all directions–from the cafeteria, from the various plant workshops, from the administration building. An unstoppable flood of death closing in.