Chapter <b>277 </b>Basement
Chapter 277 Basement
<b>When </b><b>faced </b>with death, the only instinct was to hide in the basement.
Theresa vaulted over the railings and dashed toward the central service area. The moment she stepped inside, a zombie in a staff uniform lurched at her. Its stomach was torn open.
“Ahh!”
Clutching a blood–soaked handful of its guts in its left hand, the zombie tried to shove them into its mouth as it stumbled toward her.
The stench hit her like a wave–thick, putrid, and sickening.
It smelled like a rat left to <b>rot </b>in a damp basement for months, constantly oozing foul liquid as if death itself refused to finish the job. It was <b>the </b>kind of stench that could churn your stomach and make you vomit up yesterday’s dinner.
Her de shed through the air, slicing deep into the zombie’s neck.
Its skin split.
Its tendons snapped.
Its bone cracked.
Its head… severed.
The creature hadn’t even fully lunged before its <b>head </b>tumbled from its shoulders.
A half–chewed coil of intestine slipped from its throat with one end still hanging from its mouth, and the other jammed in its severed neck.
Even when he was decapitated, his jaw was still twitching as he tried to chew and <b>swallow </b>what he considered a delicacy.
Thunk!
She drove her sword into the back of its skull.
As the de was drawn free, a gleaming crystal popped out, ending the zombie’s grotesque feast for <b>good</b>.
“Let the raine and wash you clean<b>.” </b>
Theresa caught the crystal before charging forward without breaking stride.
The whole sequence had taken less than two seconds.
She didn’t have the luxury to stop–not even for a heartbeat.
She was too seasoned for <b>that</b>.
Unless necessary, Theresa never relied on her abilities. Her de did the work. Abilities <b>were </b><b>a </b></divst resort
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and a hidden ace for when strength alone wasn’t enough..
In this world, survival meant mastering one’s strengths before one’s abilities. That was the unspoken <b>ride- </b>among the elite.
Seven or eight more zombies shuffled out from the amusement park. They moaned and snarled as <b>they </b>charged at her, but Theresa focused on only the first one.
The rest were not her problem.
Behind her, her team had already fanned out in a sharp line as they wielded theirbat knives. Long des swept through the air with deadly unity.
They moved as one, dispatching the horde with clean, efficient strikes.
After demolishing the horde, Theresa noticed a building coated with zombies–a two–story service center was covered top to bottom in writhing corpses.
The ss rooftop had been smashed open, and now wave after wave of zombies climbed to the top and poured down like dirty water down a flushed toilet bowl.
Her steps halted.
Is there any hope left for them?
Below the service center was a fully sealed underground shelter. If Lucas had made it inside, their only hope was to eliminate the horde before they breached the doors.
<b>And </b>they had to do it fast–faster than the zombies could break through thest defense.
This left them with only one option–massive firearms.
They would have to wipe the upper level with brute force, then storm in and rescue whoever remained.
Just then, Bennie’s voice crackled through Theresa’s <b>earpiece</b>.
“Ms. Hall, if you’re going to save the Neb Camp, don’t use the firearms unless it’s necessary. Branford’s zombie poption is extremely unstable. One wrong move and we could trigger a citywide outbreak!”
-Theresa’s brow furrowed as she turned toward the northwest instinctively. That was where they’d nted a
massive minefield during theirst mission to lure the zombies away.
She had realized they’d gotten lucky enough to clear the amusement park without setting off a <b>chain </b>
reaction.
However, luck wouldn’t be on her side twice–she could only cheat death once.
“Theresa, I beg you. You have to save Mr. Keaton!” Kyle’s voice cracked with a rare sight ofgency.
Lucas wasn’t just a formermander–he was family: Graham and the others wererades<b>, </b>so he had <b>to </b>save Lucas no matter what.
Theresa said nothing. Her eyes scanned the map in front of her, locked on the structure above the underground chamber.
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Then, she noticed something–a curved tunnel brushing up right beside the scaled basement. Ita transit line. A subway tunnel!
“I’ve got it!”
Meanwhile, a group of exhausted survivors sat huddled together in the dark basement.
Above them, the thunder of fists and ws mmed against the door again and again.
They had everything <b>piled </b>up against the entrance, but no one knew how long that flimsy metal door would hold.
Just minutes ago, the zombies had breached the building above. In a race against death, they’d all retreated underground.