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CHAPTER 234: ESCAPE OR DESTRUCTION
ESCAPE OR DESTRUCTION
You slam the butt of your weapon into the door's hinge, wedging it into place to keep the door ajar. The sound of the weapon cracking under the pressure barely registers as adrenaline courses through your veins. With a quick glance back, you catch sight of the survivor, half-buried under rubble but still moving.
"Hurry!" you yell, voice hoarse from the dust and desperation. They scramble, clawing at the debris, pulling themselves free with newfound tenacity. You stretch out an arm, fingers grasping for theirs as the ground shudders violently. The ceiling continues to crumble, a cascade of stone and dust threatening to bury you both alive.
The survivor's hand clasps onto yours, and with a mighty heave, you pull them through the gap, both of you tumbling onto the floor beyond. The tunnel behind you collapses with an earth-shaking roar, severing the path and the sound of the undead with it.
You're not safe yet. The room is dimly lit by emergency lights, casting long shadows that make the ruins feel haunted. The air is thick with tension as you struggle to catch your breath, the sound of static crackling from an old radio on the floor. You know this momentary reprieve is fragile.
Suddenly, a violent tremor shakes the ground again. Dust rains from the ceiling, and you hear a low growl resonating through the walls—a new threat lurking nearby, waiting for its chance to strike.
"Hurry!" you yell, voice hoarse from the dust and desperation. They scramble, clawing at the debris, pulling themselves free with newfound tenacity. You stretch out an arm, fingers grasping for theirs as the ground shudders violently. The ceiling continues to crumble, a cascade of stone and dust threatening to bury you both alive.
The survivor's hand clasps onto yours, and with a mighty heave, you pull them through the gap, both of you tumbling onto the floor beyond. The tunnel behind you collapses with an earth-shaking roar, severing the path and the sound of the undead with it.
You're not safe yet. The room is dimly lit by emergency lights, casting long shadows that make the ruins feel haunted. The air is thick with tension as you struggle to catch your breath, the sound of static crackling from an old radio on the floor. You know this momentary reprieve is fragile.
Suddenly, a violent tremor shakes the ground again. Dust rains from the ceiling, and you hear a low growl resonating through the walls—a new threat lurking nearby, waiting for its chance to strike.