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Chapter 410 Abandoned Below
Chapter 410 Abandoned Below
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When the survivors reached the main gate and found it locked tight, panic set in. With nowhere to go, they were caught in ce as the pursuing zombies crashed into them from behind, dragging them down and tearing into them with ravenous bites.
The second–inmand put on a mask of sympathy. “Everyone, return to your posts. When this is over, I’ll deal with the first floor.”
With that, he led the others out of the monitoring room.
As they left, Theresa’s gaze lingered on the live feed. In the chaos of the fleeing crowd, surrounded on all sides by zombies, she spotted two familiar figures.
“Dad! We can’t get out!”
“It has to be the upper management. They locked the gates to keep us from escaping,” Chadric said grimly, looking at the people around them being dragged down, ripped apart, and trampled in the blind rush.
Despair filled his eyes. “Darian, I’ll get you to the dump. There are fewer zombies there. You must survive.”
<i>The </i>dump<i>… </i>Darian’s mind raced.
A sudden shove in the panicked crowd nearly knocked a little girl to the ground. Darian caught her, pulling her close before she was crushed.
Up ahead, more zombies poured in like an avnche.
Everyone knew it–this was the end. They had been abandoned by the cold, untouchable elite above. No one wasing to save them.
Then, cutting through the despair, came the voice of a boy barely in his teens. “Follow me to the dump! We can escape through the dump!”
With the girl in his arms, Darian grabbed his father’s hand. Like a young lion finding his first roar, he charged forward, leading the way.
Survive! That was all anyone wanted now. And if anyone stood in the way of survival, then they had to be cut down. No matter who it was.
Charge!
Theresa, walking at the rear, caught sight of the boy on the monitor, leading the charge. Her eyes lit with interest. Not bad<i>… </i>a promising seed.
“Ark Camp One, hurry up” The second–inmand, already at the door, called back to Theresa. “We need to lock up.”
“Alright.” She turned away from the screen and stepped outside.
On the big disy, the second–inmand barely noticed where the survivors were running. To him, it didn’t matter–every direction was just another form of dying struggle. He locked the monitoring room behind them with a heavy thud.
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To him, the outbreak downstairs was less important than finding the source of the zombie virus. To prevent more breaches, he ordered every floor’s elevator doors sealed. Only the fifth floor could go down; no one from below could go up.
The report arrived quickly. Apart from the first and fifth floors, there had been no outbreaks anywhere else in the camp.
“Where did the zombies get in from?”
“We still haven’t found the source on the first floor, but the ones on the fifth started with Bayard Coronel,” one of the managers reported.
“Bayard? He’s from the first floor,” the second–inmand said, frowning.
“Yes. Which means the virus had to havee from below. But no one from the first floor has been outside. Even the ones who take out the trash have to return within a minute, and there haven’t been any zombies near us for some time. They couldn’t have been exposed.”
That only deepened his suspicion.
<i>If </i>it <i>didn’t </i><ie </i><i>from </i><i>outside</i><i>… </i><i>could </i><i>it </i><i>be </i><i>internal</i><i>? </i><i>Or </i><i>maybe </i><i>someone </i><i>nted </i>it? <i>Smuggled </i><i>the </i>virus in? His eyes narrowed.
<i>Motherf</i><i>*</i><i>cker</i><i>! </i>That <i>has </i><i>to </i><i>be </i><i>it</i><i>! Camp </i><i>One </i><i>and </i><i>Two </i><i>show </i><i>up </i><i>to </i><i>pay </i><i>their </i><i>respects</i><i>, </i><i>and </i><i>the </i><i>same </i><i>day</i><i>, </i><i>we </i><i>have </i><i>a </i>zombie <i>outbreak</i>! <i>Not </i><i>even </i><i>an </i>idiot will <i>believe </i>it’s <i>a </i><i>coincidence</i><i>. </i>
With that, he shot to his feet. “Bring in everyone from those two camps!”
<i>If </i>I don’t find out which <i>gutless </i><i>b</i><i>*</i><i>stard </i><i>did </i><i>this </i><i>today</i>, <i>it </i>won’t <i>end </i><i>here</i><i>. </i><i>They </i><i>want </i><i>to </i><i>sabotage </i><i>our </i><i>camp</i>? <i>Then </i><i>their </i>camps will pay for <i>it</i><i>, </i><i>even </i><i>if </i><i>they </i><i>all </i><i>have </i><i>to </i><i>die</i>.
The second–inmand summoned the visitors–and had their guards sent away.
“My honored guests,” he said with false warmth, “you came a long way, and yet our camp suffered this… unfortunate incident. I apologize for the disturbance. I’ve had new dishes prepared–please, enjoy them.”
The masked visitors looked down at the foodid out before them.