Chapter 63 No Mercy
Most of the zombies were still dressed in factory uniforms, frozen in the postures of their former jobs. They poured out from <b>all </b>directions, creating a chaotic swarm that oddly resembled a bustling pre- apocalypse factory <b>shift</b>.
<b>That </b>was, if one could ignore their grotesque, rotting faces–infested with maggots, swarmed by flies, and barely human anymore.
<b>This </b>factory had officially be a factory for the dead.
“Hahaha! You hillbillies probably didn’t know I’m an ability user, huh?” Dane cackled from the rooftop, watching as <b>a </b>wave of zombies surrounded the armored vehicle below.
That’s what you get for refusing to save us and running off alone! Die, all of you!
That’s right! They abandoned us–they deserve to die!” another voice chimed in, eyes burning with hatred.
If they had no hope, then no one else deserved to survive either.
Everyone on the rooftop eagerly watched as the two survivors were trapped by the zombie horde, waiting for their vehicle to be torn apart.
Then, with a sudden boom, a loud explosion echoed across the factory grounds.
A cannon barrel rose from
from the top of the armored vehicle that had been engulfed in the swarm
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mes erupted from the cannon, instantly incinerating the zombies clinging to the vehicle’s roof.
As more zombies tried to climb aboard, sharp spikes shot out from the vehicle’s exterior, <b>impaling </b><b>anything </b><b>that </b>got too <b>close</b>.
With a deep rumble, the armored vehicle’s engine roared to life again. The high–techbat vehicle, a reward from the system, began lifting itself higher off the ground, easily clearing the small mound that had blocked its path.
<b>Theresa </b>floored the gas pedal, sting the vehicle out of the zombie pile–and instead of fleeing the factory, she turned toward the main factory building.
In <b>the </b>eyes of those in <b>power</b>, morality didn’t exist. People weren’t “good” or “bad.” People simply didn’t
maller.
Theresa didn’t <b>save </b>people to feel noble–and she wouldn’t feel guilty about killing them either.
If they had waited quietly and epted her rescue, she would’ve weed them into her carr survivors. But since they chose frickery <b>and </b>maniption?
orderly
They could die.
Theresa mmed the elerator, driving the armored vehicle <b>straight </b>to the base of the factory building
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where the others were holed up.
She retracted the cannon, allowing the zombies to swarmi onto the vehicle, then raised adder from the rool.
The people on the rooftop, once gleeful at the sight of Theresa surrounded by zombies, were no longerughing.
Earlier, when they saw the two being swarmed by zombies, all they felt was a rush of satisfaction.
Serves them right for not helping us. If they die, so be it!
Hurry up and die!
<i>Die </i>before us–die right in front of our eyes!
But now, the zombies they’d unleashed were crawling up her vehicle <b>and </b>toward them.
Terror gripped them like a vice.
They had awoken a demon–and Theresa always settled her scores immediately.
Now, it was time to repay the debt.
The zombies swarmed up thedder she had deployed, scaling the rooftop.
The first one <b>to </b>reach the top lunged straight at them.
They fought it off, but more wereing–fast and in numbers.
<b>Panicked</b>, they scrambled, slipping and crawling, but there was nowhere to go.
Behind them, the factory doors teemed with the undead.
In front of them, only a sheer drop into the darkness below.
There was
nowhere left to run.
The rooftop was quickly overrun. Dane, seeing the horde closing in, grabbed a few others to use as human shields.
He sprinted to the edge of the rooftop and activated his ability, forcing the ground below to rise. His power was weak, but in desperate moments, he could still squeeze out a burst. A small mound pushed up from the earth–just enough, Dane thought, to make the jump.
In the surveince feed, Theresa coolly watched his every move. As he leapt, she called outzily. “Kyle.”
“Yes!”
A high–pressure water jet–<b>dozens </b>of times more powerful than Dane’s ability–sted the dirt mound to rubble.
Dane, <b>midair</b><b>, </b>had no ce to <bnd</b>.
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Theresa gave her armored car a sharp shake and drove it out of the swarm. The <b>sun </b>was setting–zombies became more aggressive at dusk–so she left the factory grounds.
As she did, she spotted another group of survivors huddled on a nearby factory rooftop.
They had been watching all along.
Now, likembs before the ughter, they cowered in silence, trembling as they processed what had just happened.
Theresa turned her gaze away and waved her hand.
“Kyle, we’re done here. Let’s go.”
Once they were gone, the rooftop survivors rushed to the edge, staring after the departing vehicle.
“They’re gone.”
“They really left.”
The group’s leader, a middle–aged man, <b>finally </b>shook off his shock.
“They’ve got abilities–strong ones. A hundred times stronger than Dane’s… They’re monsters.”