Chapter 250 The Bridge of Blood and Steel
Chapter 250 The Bridge of Blood and Steel
As their armored car rumbled across the cracked concrete of the overpass. Branford’s undead swarmed like a flood bursting through every street and alley. The moment the zombies caught wind of Theresa’s vehicle—one giant can of living meat barreling through town–they came after <b>it </b>in droves
But this time, they didn’t just chase them on the ground.
They climbed.
The creatures, in a nightmarish swarm, scaled the massive concrete support pirs of the elevated highway like a colony of ants. Theresa watched in horrified awe as they crawled upward in tight clusters. their speed and coordination nothing like the sluggish beasts they’d once been. These were faster. Smarter. More agile. Some even scaled the concrete like grotesque mutant mountain goats, scuttling up the smooth surfaces with frightening ease.
“They’re evolving,” she muttered. “On a massive scale.”
One of them—a tall, gaunt, bald zombie with a caved–in forehead and two cavernous pits where its eyes had once been–reached the top first. It perched atop the guardrail, sniffing, listening, sensing the armored car’s movements by sound and scent alone.
Then it leapt, arms outstretched, shrieking toward the car.
Kyle, hands tight on the wheel, yanked the steering hard.
Thud<i>. </i>
The creature mmed into the asphalt with a sickening crunch, creating a deep, man–sized crater. If it hadnded on the vehicle, it could’ve thrown them all off bnce—or worse.
The car whipped around the crater at speed, tires squealing, barely missing the twitching remains of the fallen attacker.
But more wereing. Dozens. Hundreds.
Zombies rained from above like a storm of death, flinging themselves off the guardrails and toward the moving vehicle.
Kyle drove like a man possessed, dodging each falling body with razor–sharp precision. Still, it was impossible to avoid them all. The bridge ahead and behind became choked with the relentless swarm. The undead clung to the armored car like flies on a corpse, pounding at the steel with frenzied desperation.
<i>Thump</i><i>. </i><i>Thump</i>. <i>Thump</i><i>. </i>
The system–designed armored car held firm, but even it began to show signs of wear. A patch of paint scraped off under the assault, metal groaning under the pressure.
One creature dangled upside down from the roof, chewing furiously on the side mirror. Its blood–slick mouth left a ragged bite mark, deep and wet, across the ss.
Then, the car responded.
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Its armor shifted. Steel needles burst outward from the surface, impaling the zombies that hadtched on. One creature was skewered and dragged along the guardrail, its body screeching as it scraped, leaving a dark, smeared trail of blood and shredded flesh behind.
The vehicle swerved, mming into the left barricade. More zombies crunched and slid beneath the wheels. It kept pushing forward, plowing through the masses like a tank through a minefield.
With a violent spin, the car whipped into a 360–degree drift, shedding the majority of the bodies on the hood and roof.
Only a handful remained now.
“Let’s light it up, boys! Theresa shouted.
With a single smooth motion, she hoisted a shoulder–mounted missileuncher and fired straight into the approaching horde. The explosion <b>lit </b>the sky, then she casually lobbed another grenade over the edge, down into the streets below, where it exploded in the middle of what looked like a writhing nest of the undead.
They weren’t trying to sneak away. Not anymore. They were retreating, and anything that chased them was fair game.
Boom Boom Boom
“Move! Move! Move!” she barked, as the car pushed forward like a meat grinder on wheels.
They burst through the swarm, breaking clear of the bridge in a screaming, zing charge. But just as they reached the exit…
Crack Rumble.
The middle span of the overpass copsed with a deafening roar. Tons of steel and concrete crashed into the street below, burying thest wave of zombies in a cloud of dust and rubble. Those few that had wed their way to the top were flung down like rag dolls, screaming into the void.
Boom
The ground shook as the undead were swallowed whole.
Theresa’s armored car roared off the bridge and back onto open roads, its blood–slicked frame steaming in the cool air. A few of the faster zombies gave chase, but one by one, they fell behind and disappeared into the distance.
They were safe For now.
But the truth was undeniable.
The zombies were evolving.
Fes Theresa’s elite crew, it was manageable–for now. But for the average survivor camp
as a death sentence.
Within just twenty–four hours, multiple camps across the Eastern region reported breaches,
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Everyst one of them had been near Branford or Crestmont.
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And now, the dead–millions strong–were pouring out of the cities, actively seeking out the scent of the living.
At Zenith Camp, the infamous stronghold led by Jasper–the same man who’d lost half his forces after a run–in with Theresa at thest summit of different camps–was now facing its very first full–scale undead siege.