apter 392 Dog Days and Dead Ends


    Chapter 392 Dog Days and Dead Ends


    Morgan, running at the front of the group, found himself feeling a bit jealous of Theresa.


    With that pack of dogs around her, she was practically untouchable.


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    Up ahead. Lucy’s people were clearing the path, throwing out abilities left and right like their lives. depended on it.


    But after a short burst of effort, they were already starting to wear out.


    It didn’t take long for Theresa to notice something was off–most of their powers were for show.


    Sure, the fireballs and water sts they threw around were Level 3 attacks, but they barelysted a few seconds.


    They were nothingpared to the ability users from the zing Sun Alliance.


    Theresa figured it had to be because these people hadn’t killed many zombies.


    They had no realbat experience.


    It was like people who trained in a gym–the muscles might look good, but when it came to actual strength, they couldn’t keep up with someone who worked as aborer.


    These three camps were full of ability users who looked impressive, but when it came to a real fight? Useless.


    That gave Theresa a clearer picture of what she was dealing with.


    The more she learned, the better she could n for the future–especially when she needed to take them down..


    So, she didn’t lift a finger. Neither did her dogs.


    She just stood there and watched as they fought.


    It didn’t take long before Lucy realized her people were falling apart.


    “Are you going to help or not?” she shouted.


    Right then, a zombie broke through and lunged at one of her guards.


    The man, drained of energy and barely able to stand, didn’t even have the strength to shake the thing off.


    He could only lie there, crushed under a hundred–plus pounds of rotting flesh


    He felt the zombie’s ws dig into the back of his head.


    Its sharp nails sliced through his scalp and burrowed in–scraping at nerves, scraping at bone.


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    The ws dragged along his skull, leaving behind a wet, bloody gash.


    A chill ran through the back of his head, followed by a searing, bone–deep pain.


    The zombie took a huge bite and ripped his nose clean off.


    He let out a scream of pure agony.


    No one helped him.


    Instead, someone kicked him back into the horde–sacrificing him to buy a few more seconds.


    Lucy kept running, barely holding her group together.


    Her guards were dropping fast–seven had be two.


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    “If you don’t help, none of us are getting out of here!” she yelled again when she saw that they weren’t taking action.


    But the others behind her still didn’t move.


    Instead, they turned to Theresa.


    “Ark Camp One! You’ve got all those dogs–use them!”


    “Yeah! What the hell are they for if not to clear the way? Are you trying to sacrifice our people?”


    “Animals should be paving the road, not our people!”


    Theresa’s temper snapped.


    She stopped dead in her tracks, still holding the leash.


    “Hey! What do you think you’re doing?”


    “Send the dogs already!”


    “If you’re in such a rush, go ahead without us,” Theresa said calmly, walking her dogs like it was a quiet day in the park.


    A zombie leapt at her–and one of her dogs pped it to the ground in a single swipe.


    All sixteen of them closed in around her like a furry, growling shield.


    Not a single zombie could get through.


    The people up front, watching from their chaotic scramble, were furious.


    ‘Ark Camp One, what’s your game!


    “She’s not part of our camp Morgan finally spoke up ‘She’s a guest. I invited her


    Theresa gave a little shrug. “You’d better hurry If Ms Lucy dies, who’s gonna lead you out of here?”


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    That did it.


    The group finally pulled together.


    Ark Camp Three’s guards stepped up and took the lead.


    Morgan gave a quick nod, and his people rushed in too.


    The whole mess of them pushed forward, guarded by their own bodyguards, every step a brutal struggle.


    Meanwhile, Theresa strolled along behind them, dogs in tow, looking like she was out for a Sunday walk.


    The people up front were grinding their teeth in frustration.


    Their guards were dropping one by one, worn out and outmatched.


    Theresa’s dogs, on the other hand, were still full of energy, killing zombies left and right without breaking


    a sweat.


    While the others fought for every inch, Theresa moved forward like it was nothing.


    It was maddening.


    Absolutely infuriating.


    Finally–after nearly losing every single one of their guards–they made it to the administrator’s office. Lucy’sst remaining escort cleared a path just long enough for her to dash ahead and swipe the keycard.


    A group of once–powerful elites now huddled at the door, tense and desperate, ready to push through the moment it opened.


    Behind them, the hallway filled with the growing sound of groans and shuffling feet.


    More zombies wereing. A whole wave of them.


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