Chapter 362 No Room to Breathe
Chapter 362 No Room to Breathe
“Shut the door. Now! Theresa’s voice cracked like a whip.
Still, it was toote.
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Her fingers still pressed on the lock when something from the other side mmed with bone–jarring.
force.
The impact nearly tore the door out of her hands.
“Ahhh!”
A zombie charged through the doorway, its decayed flesh and wild energy causing it to knock her over. It sank its teeth into her nose with a sickening crunch.
“Grrraaahhh!”
Her scream pierced the air, blending with the guttural snarls of the horde.
Then, the flood hit.
<i>They </i>didn’t walk in. They crashed through the opening like a wave, crawling over each other, eyes burning with that dead, hungry re.
“Run!” Theresa didn’t think. She just bolted.
One thought pounded in her head, over and over. <i>There’s </i><i>only </i><i>one </i><i>room </i><i>left</i><i>. </i>No <i>stopping</i>. <i>No </i>looking <i>back</i>. Move<i>! </i>
Harry’s heart was pounding so loudly that he could hardly hear anything else. He grabbed Amy and Linda by the wrists and yanked them forward, his lungs on fire.
The pounding of dead feet grew louder.
A zombie in a torn T–shirt broke free from the pack, its neck hanging at an awful angle. Its milky–white eyes locked on them like they were the only thing in the world.
It leapt high enough that, for a brief moment, its decaying face came into view. It then rushed toward the couple who were at the end.
“Grrraaahhh!”
As the zombie charged, the boyfriend took an extraordinary action. He pushed his girlfriend out of the way and ran.
“Kevin!” Linda’s voice cracked in disbelief.
The zombie was already lunging at her.
For a heartbeat, she was sure it was over.
<i>Bam</i><i>! </i>
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A chair leg struck the zombie’s skull, knocking its head sideways.
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“Harry!” Linda gasped, staring at him. He’d grabbed the broken chair leg and hurled it with every ounce of strength he had.
“Run!” Harry yelled, grabbing Linda’s hand before she could thank him. Amy was on his other side, and together they sprinted down the hallway.
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Up ahead, Theresa’s group shoved the final door open.
Miraculously, the room was empty–no zombies in view.
Graham immediately took point, pushing the entrance wider and scanning the hallway outside.
Snarls echoed from beyond.
Then, steel shed.
Graham and his team moved like lightning, cutting down thest few zombies at the door as if they were nothing more than weeds in their way.
As the middle room opened, all zombies in the vicinity surged toward it.
That was their window.
Theresa’s group immediately dashed toward the north gate with full force.
Behind them, the noise of the horde exploded.
“Grrraaahhh!”
“Grrraaahhh!”
Each scream was louder, closer, and more relentless.
No one even thought about closing the door. There wasn’t a second to spare.
The gap between the living and the dead was vanishing fast.
Harry and his group brought up the rear, their lungs burning and legs numb. The smell of blood and decay clogged their throats, and every growl behind them seemed almost within reach.
They shoved tables and chairs into the hallway, praying it would slow the horde down even for a second.
As expected, it didn’t.
The zombies plowed through everything, trampling it underfoot like it wasn’t even there.
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Harry’s group could barely feel their legs anymore. They had no idea how they were still moving.
All they could do was keep pushing themselves to run faster and harder.
Before they knew it, they burst out of the room, and the next door finally came into view.
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Theresa and her people held the entrance, hacking through thest few zombies trying to squeeze in.
Harry swiftly dragged Amy and Linda with him, every muscle screaming in protest.
Behind them, more and more zombies were drawn in. The horde poured into the final room, chasing them down like a nightmare that wouldn’t end.
William was first through.
Lional was right after him.
Kevin, third.
Fourth.
Fifth.
Harry dove in sixth, dragging Amy and Linda with him like his life depended on it.
Boom!
The steel gate crashed shut.
Crunch.
Bones shattered, and rotten flesh sttered against the floor.
<i>Thud</i><i>! </i>
Linda hit the ground hard, gasping for air.
Everyone–except Theresa’s groupy scattered across the floor, drenched in sweat, faces pale as chalk.
For a moment, no one spoke.
Only the sound of ragged breaths and pounding hearts filled the room, each beat echoing in their cars. Harry’s grip on Linda and Amy’s hands was still locked tight, his knuckles bone–white.
<b>This </b>was survival in its most raw form–brutal and relentless.
Harry sucked in a shaky breath, his chest still burning: D’on it! This is worse than the first floor. Back then, we didn’t have to deal with traitors. At least everyone got each other’s backs
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