Chapter 409 No Way Out


    Chapter 409 No Way Out


    The sound of crunching was loud and sharp, like biting through cartge.


    Someone recognized him.


    “That’s Bayard Coronel from the first floor! How the hell did he turn too?!”


    Bang!


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    Before anyone could react, the camp’s second–inmand shot Bayard clean through the head, dropping him where he stood.


    But more zombies were already pouring in.


    “Raaagh!”


    “Rrrhh!”


    At the front of the pack came an elder janitor in a cleaner’s uniform, sprinting alongside a younger one. The younger man’s torso had been ripped open, his intestines spilling out–one section dangling from the older janitor’s mouth as he chewed it mid–run, sttering blood with every bite.


    The horde charged into thevish dining room, bringing with it a wave of newly turned zombies.


    “Raaagh!”


    They flooded in, pressing shoulder to shoulder.


    Only then did the second–inmand think to close the doors. With a sharp kick, he shoved one guard into the oing zombies as a makeshift barrier. While the guard screamed, he kicked another man forward. “Shut the door!”


    The second guard fumbled with thetch, almost too slow–but managed to m it shut at thest second.


    By then, the guard who had earlier brought the warning–the one Bayard had bitten–was already convulsing on the floor, his body jerking violently as his neck stiffened, ready to rise.


    Bang!


    The second–inmand put him down without hesitation.


    With that, every zombie in the room was down. Sweating heavily, he scanned each person, making sure no one else had been bitten.


    Outside, the thunderous pounding of zombies against the door continued Speaking into hisms, he barked, ‘All third–floor guards, get to the fifth floor and stop this horde!”


    Half an hourter, with help from Kyle and the guards from two other camps, the fifth–floor horde was finally suppressed.


    Only then did the second–inmand allow himself to breathe He stood there, face grim, reying the outbreak in his head. Where the hell did these zombiese from<i>? </i>


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    Chapter 409 No Way Out


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    He called the researchers on the third floor–nothing. Total calm. The same report came from the second and fourth floors.


    <i>Why </i>did <i>they </i>appear only <i>on </i><i>the </i>fifth<i>? </i>


    He was still considering an investigation when a fresh rm came in–there was an outbreak on the first floor.


    <i>What</i>… what <i>the </i><i>hell</i><i>? </i>


    Downstairs, survivors were begging to be let up, pounding on the elevator doors.


    “Sir, should we open it? If we don’t, the entire first floor could be wiped out.”


    “If we open it, we’ll bring the zombies up!” the second–inmand snapped. “If even one infected gets in, the whole upper floor is done for. Those worthless bottom–feeders–if they die, they die! Seal every entrance. No one from the first floores up!”


    With that order, all elevators between the first floor and above were shut down. No upward movement allowed.


    The fifth–floor monitors showed every corner of the first floor in real time. It was hell on earth–people were being dragged down by zombies in the hallways, torn apart in their rooms, or crushed together in the elevator lobby, the only upward ess point.


    Behind them, the horde kepting. People on the outer edge tried to fight with whatever they could grab; those pressed into the center screamed into the security cameras, pounding on the elevator doors for help.


    But as the minutes ticked by, they realized no one upstairs was going to save them. Some broke away, sprinting for the main gate–anything to get out.


    The second–inmand’s eyes went colder. “Don’t let them out. Lock the gate–set clearance to my level only.”


    And just like that, he cut off theirst escape route.


    Let them out and give them a chance to spread the infection<i>? </i><i>Over </i><i>my </i>dead body.


    As far as he was concerned, the zombics were contained on the first floor. Once they understood the situation, they could wipe them out in one go. Releasing anyone now would only unleash the infection outside, nting the seeds for another outbreak.


    No one wasing up. No one was getting out.


    The second–inmand watched the desperate runners on the screen with eyes like ice.


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