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CHAPTER 134: INTO THE JAWS OF DANGER
INTO THE JAWS OF DANGER
With adrenaline coursing through your veins, you make the split-second decision to dart back into the crumbling building. The dust hangs thick in the air, obscuring your vision and choking your lungs. You heft a beam to the side, ignoring the screaming protest from your injured shoulder. You spot the driver, his form barely visible through the haze, trapped beneath a massive slab of concrete.
The moans of the undead are now a cacophony, their silhouettes grotesquely visible through the gaping doorway. You can feel time slipping away like sand through your fingers. With a Herculean effort, you slide the slab just enough for the driver to wriggle free, his face pale and eyes wide with terror.
"Come on!" you shout, your voice barely rising above the din of destruction and the undead chorus outside. You both scramble towards the exit, but just as you reach the threshold, a horrific sight arrests your momentum. A massive horde of zombies has gathered outside, their dead eyes fixed on you with ravenous hunger.
The building behind you groans ominously, a reminder of the ticking clock. But before you can react, the floor beneath you shifts violently, pitching you forward. You land hard, the world spinning as everything blurs into chaos. The driver yells, and you turn to see him struggling to his feet, his expression a mixture of fear and determination.
The undead are closing in, their guttural moans a macabre symphony of death. You're surrounded, the way forward blocked by the relentless horde and the path behind cut off by the collapsing building. The driver looks at you, desperation etched into his features, waiting for your lead.
The moans of the undead are now a cacophony, their silhouettes grotesquely visible through the gaping doorway. You can feel time slipping away like sand through your fingers. With a Herculean effort, you slide the slab just enough for the driver to wriggle free, his face pale and eyes wide with terror.
"Come on!" you shout, your voice barely rising above the din of destruction and the undead chorus outside. You both scramble towards the exit, but just as you reach the threshold, a horrific sight arrests your momentum. A massive horde of zombies has gathered outside, their dead eyes fixed on you with ravenous hunger.
The building behind you groans ominously, a reminder of the ticking clock. But before you can react, the floor beneath you shifts violently, pitching you forward. You land hard, the world spinning as everything blurs into chaos. The driver yells, and you turn to see him struggling to his feet, his expression a mixture of fear and determination.
The undead are closing in, their guttural moans a macabre symphony of death. You're surrounded, the way forward blocked by the relentless horde and the path behind cut off by the collapsing building. The driver looks at you, desperation etched into his features, waiting for your lead.