Chapter 80 Over the Weight Limit
Chapter 80 Over the Weight Limit
“Who are you?”
“Monica, they’re our friends!” Dave jumped in quickly.
“Friends” The woman raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced.
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Especially when she saw the dogs with Theresa had taken down her people, one of them even had a gun aimed at one of their special forces operatives.
Did that look like friendship?
But there was no time to question anyone right now.
From the darkness behind them came a scream that sent chills down their spines.
It sounded almost human–yet beastly.
Like someone had torn their throat open just to scream. It was impossible to imagine what kind of creature could make such a sound.
Boom<i>! </i>
The sound of a heavy weapon exploded through the corridor, the sh of the st momentarily tearing away the darkness in front of Theresa.
And what she saw made her blood run cold,
A flood of zombies was pouring down the hallway. Some wore white hazmat suits. Others were dressed in hospital gowns. They looked like demons straight out of hell–twisted, snarling, and charging the soldiers on the front line.
Gunfire erupted–bullets flying like money was no object–but it had almost no effect. The bullets barely slowed them down.
Only a direct hit to the head could stop them.
And these zombies were far more dangerous than the ones outside.
One of them leapt onto a fully armored soldier. With a single swipe, it tore through his protective suit. Another pull–and it ripped his heart out, still beating, and devoured it right then and there.
There was no holding the line.
These soldiers couldn’t hold them off.
“Move it!” Theresa didn’t hesitate. She bolted for the elevator with her dogs.
“Get in! Fall back!”
At the same time, a familiar male voice echoed from ahead.
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That voice shouted the samemand as Theresa, and within seconds, Graham and the others rushed. into the elevator,ying down suppressing fire behind them.
A couple of secondster, familiar faces emerged through the smoke–Malcolm, Victor, and Lucas<b>. </b>
Sure enough, it was Lucas‘ squad.
There were also four or five soldiers Theresa didn’t recognize.
They were all shocked to see her already in the elevator, but there was no time for questions–everyone was scrambling to retreat.
Behind them was a swarm of mutant zombies.
They ran and fell back in a desperate scramble for safety.
Everyone piled into the elevator, but before anyone could breathe a sigh of relief…
<i>Beep</i>, <i>beep</i><i>, </i><i>beep</i><i>–</i><i>elevator </i><i>over </i><i>the </i><i>weight </i>limit.
It was arge freight elevator, rated for up to 20 people or 3,500 pounds.
Theresa had six dogs and two people on her side. Her dogs were well–fed–each easily 80 to 100 pounds.
On top of that, Lucas‘ team had twelve people.
Right on the edge–or just over.
“Over the weight limit!” Monica Waverly heard the rm and immediately snapped, “Get those d*mn dogs out of here!”
Theresa’s eyes went ice cold. “Over the weight limit, huh?<b>” </b>
In the cramped elevator, she turned and kicked Monica square in the chest.
“You get the hell out!”
“Ah!”
Monica was booted out of the elevator, but luckily, the soldiers at the edge managed to catch her and pull her back in just before she fell.
At that moment, Lucas–standing at the edge of the elevator, a shoulder–fired missileuncher slung across his back–spoke firmly and without hesitation:
“Drop your weapons!”
The zombie horde was now less than 30 feet away.
As soon as he said it, he lobbed the entireuncher down the hallway. It crashed to the floor,nding across the narrow corridor, blocking the zombies for a few precious seconds.
The other soldiers hesitated–but then followed his lead, tossing their weapons out too.
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The first zombies hit by the discarded guns stumbled with a screech, but the wave behind them barely paused.
Like throwing a stick in a flood of rats–just enough to slow them down for a heartbeat before they swarmed right over it.
Only these weren’t rats.
They were zombies.
Still, Lucas had made the right call.
With the weapons dumped, the elevator was no longer overloaded.
The doors began to inch shut as Monica pounded the button.
Just before they closed, a female zombie in a whiteb coat lunged from the floor in a grotesque, twisted leap.
At the very back, Theresa’s eyes went ice cold. Energy gathered in her palm as she prepared to strike—but before she could release it, a sh of lightning shot past her.
<i>Crack</i>!
Right behind the lightning, balls of fire, metal shards, wooden vines, and orbs of water all sted out toward the zombie.
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