Chapter 388 Outbreak
Chapter 388 Outbreak
Just then, a voice came from behind her.
“There you are.”
Morgan hade out of the auction hall and found Theresa.
“You’re done already?”
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He didn’t look good. Nodding, his tone was grim. “It’s over. Ark Camp Three bought the inhibitor.”
“How much?”
“Two and a half million tons of food.”
Theresa let out a snort ofughter. “Huh, idiots.”
Morgan stared at her, expression sinking.
Seeing him sulking, she actually offered him a rare word offort. “Morgan, anyone who buys that thing is an idiot. Be d it wasn’t you.”
Morgan had noeback.
Before they could say more, a scream tore through the air outside.
They were still in the corridor when a man mmed against the window beside them, pounding on the ss in sheer panic.
“Help! Help me!”
A guttural roar came from behind him as another man, drenched in blood,unched himself forward like a rabid dog. He mped onto the man’s shoulder, shaking his head savagely as his teeth sank into the soft flesh of his neck.
The victim screamed, but the attacker’s sharp teeth ripped through skin and muscle with ease, tearing open the artery and lymph nodes in a single bite. Blood sprayed in a crimson arc.
The zombie only grew more frenzied, burying its head into the wound, jaw muscles working with brutal force. In just a few crunches, it had chewed straight through the man’s neck.
The victim’s hands wed at the ss<b>, </b>his eyes wide with horror, his head lolling further and further to the side until it hung at an impossible angle.
“Arrrrghh…”
The zombie finally looked up, revealing dead, cloudy eyes and a mouth gaping wide, blood streaming down in thick, dark rivulets.
<i>ng</i><i>! </i>
It hurled itself against the ss, bloody palms mming against it again and again. The beast gnawed ai
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the barrier, eyes locked with feral rage on everyone inside.
Morgan instinctively stepped back.
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From behind came the pounding of footsteps. “Honored guests, evacuate! A zombie has infiltrated the camp!
Another roar<b>–</b>and a male zombie in a staff uniform lunged from behind, tackling a servant to the ground.
Its ws tore into the man’s abdomen, splitting him open. The victim curled in on himself, thrashing in agony, but the zombie clung to him like a barnacle, burying its head deep and tearing mouthfuls from his stomach.
Morgan’s frown deepened. His men moved to clear a path, and he reached for Theresa–only to see her already sprinting off on her own.
You dumb, son? What are you standing there for? Run!” she yelled, but Morgan remained still.
Theresa bolted forward, sixteen dogs and Quentin in tow.
<b>Any </b>zombie that came at them didn’tst long–her dogs were on them in an instant, ws and teeth shredding through undead flesh. Summer was the deadliest of them all, a warhound enhanced to monstrous size by the system. One swipe of her paw could shatter a zombie’s skull like an overripe melon.
“Woof Woof! Woof!”
The pack thundered out of the opera house, straight into chaos.
The streets outside were a mess of screaming civilians and the snarls of the undead. Bloodied zombies were scattered among the crowd, chasing down the living. Anyone who fell beneath their teeth copsed in seconds–only to twitch, shudder, and rise again as one of them minutester.
A newly turned zombie closest to Theresa jerked upright, letting out a piercing roar. Its murky eyes red with bloodlust as it sprinted toward her, moving with the blistering speed of a champion sprinter, closing the distance <b>in </b>seconds.