<b>Chapter </b><b>157 </b>Close Combat
Chapter 357 Close Combat
Laicas led the way, his team moving swiftly behind him. Dr. Klein had marked the fastest route on the
map.
But honestly, it <b>didn’t </b>matter where they went–zombies were everywhere on the first floor.
“Urrghhh!”
“Graaah!”
“<b>Ranagh </b>
A young female zombie <b>appeared</b>, dressed in a miniskirt, her long ck hair whipping behind her. Her <b>mouth </b>gaped open as she lunged at them.
She was <b>freshly </b>turned–still warm. Red blood oozed thickly down her chin just as she let out her first moan, But before <b>she </b>could make another sound, a de shed through the air, piercing her temple and embedding deep into her skull.
Shing!
The sound of metal scraping crystal echoed<b>. </b>
Graham twisted the de, and with it came a <b>gleamstone</b>. The zombie crumpled to the floor, silent and still.
He yanked his weapon free and looked at Lucas.
Lucas gave him a small nod.
Graham carefullyid the zombie’s body aside.
Before them stretched a vast underground maze shaped like an octagon, each corridor lined with rooms, once used for housing
The main horde of zombies clustered in the massive central <b>za </b>at the heart of the structure.
Eight corridors branched out like spokes on a wheel. The team <b>was </b>currently at <b>the </b>southern point and needed to reach the west.
Luckily, the outermost ring was still rtively clear. They just had to stick to it.
They nned a fast, quiet approach. No noise. No hesitation.
<b>Graham’s </b>squad hugged the wall, sweeping forward in tight formation.
The perimeter zombies were thinly spread.
Two years of zombie hunting had turned them into lethal <b>machines</b>. They moved <b>with </b>surgical efficiency. cutting through with <b>speed </b>and silence. They reached the west quadrant with barely a <b>hitch</b>.
Behind <b>them</b>, Harry, William, and the rest of the Ark civilians could only stare, wide–eyed.
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Chapter 157 Close Combat
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They’d seen the Ark One guards go out before They were always anored up, bristling with kreatina waging loud, chaotic battles.
But they never fought like this never uji close, and never this clean. It was mostly just to defend their bunkers, picking off zombie hordes with the help of theyout.
But this group fought with melee weapons, face to face with the infected–no shouting, no panie, just swift, merciless silence.
These people were on another level!
Just then, a stray zombie burst from a nearby room.
It wore a ragged old suit, its body thin and brittle. An elderly janitor at the camp, now undead.
It snapped its <b>jaws </b>and lunged for thest woman in the civilian group. A pair of rotten yellow teeth fell from its mouth <b>mid</b>–charge.
#hack!
Someone swung half a broken chair leg, smashing it across the zombie’s <b>face</b>. Its nose broke. The leg jammed halfway down its throat, knocking out more teeth.
Harry seized the moment, yanking the girl back as the others surged forward in a frantic rush.
The zombie, gagging on the chair leg, chased them with wild snarls.
“Raaagh!”
“Urrghhh!”
They rounded a corner–only to find Theresa and her group standing still.
“What’s going on?!” <b>someone </b>shouted.
Theresa turned <b>around</b><b>, </b>face grim.
“The path is blocked.”
In front of Theresa <b>was </b>a horde of zombies, packed together like sardines behind a single <b>ss </b>sliding
door.
Just like the train zombies in Train to Busan, the deadheaded zombies just <b>didn’t </b>know how to open it.
They pped, wed, and pressed against the transparent barrier, their faces twisted with mindless. hunger.
More zombies continued pushing from behind, cramming the front line tighter against the ss-
One especially emaciated female <b>zombie </b>was fully stered against the door. Her skin stretched tight over bone like a corpse on disy. A long, jagged wound ran from her chest all the way down her abdomen.