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CHAPTER 279: THE GRENADE GAMBIT
THE GRENADE GAMBIT
With the Boss Mutant's eyes locked onto you, there's no time to waste. You reach into your pack and pull out a grenade, feeling its weight against your palm as you make a split-second decision. You tug the pin free with your teeth and hurl the explosive into the mass of zombies, ensuring it lands far enough to create chaos but close enough to lead some of the undead away.
The explosion rocks the ground and sends a shockwave through the air. The horde momentarily halts, their attention diverted by the sudden blast. You seize this opportunity, shouting into the haze of dust and debris, “Run! Get out while you can!” Your voice, laced with urgency, carries over the groans of the zombies and the fading echo of the detonation.
For a moment, the scene seems to hold its breath. Then, through the thinning smoke, you glimpse shapes moving—survivors taking advantage of the distraction to escape the clutches of the horde. Relief is fleeting, replaced by the chilling realization that the Boss Mutant is still on your trail, undeterred by the chaos.
With your last bullet chambered, you scramble for options. The fortification's crumbling wall offers no further cover, and the relentless beast is closing in. Heart pounding, you scan the area for anything that might shift the odds in your favor.
The explosion rocks the ground and sends a shockwave through the air. The horde momentarily halts, their attention diverted by the sudden blast. You seize this opportunity, shouting into the haze of dust and debris, “Run! Get out while you can!” Your voice, laced with urgency, carries over the groans of the zombies and the fading echo of the detonation.
For a moment, the scene seems to hold its breath. Then, through the thinning smoke, you glimpse shapes moving—survivors taking advantage of the distraction to escape the clutches of the horde. Relief is fleeting, replaced by the chilling realization that the Boss Mutant is still on your trail, undeterred by the chaos.
With your last bullet chambered, you scramble for options. The fortification's crumbling wall offers no further cover, and the relentless beast is closing in. Heart pounding, you scan the area for anything that might shift the odds in your favor.