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CHAPTER 312: INFERNO'S EDGE
INFERNO'S EDGE
Your hands fumble through your backpack, heart pounding as you grasp the explosives you scavenged earlier. The bandit's eyes widen in terror, yet his fear is mirrored in your own reflection. You yank the pin and hurl the explosive towards a cluster of dead trees, knowing full well the risk you're taking. Time slows as you both dive for cover, the world erupting around you with a deafening roar.
The ground shakes violently, the blast sending a shockwave through the forest, tearing apart the weakened trees and sending burning debris skyward. The bandit, too stunned to react aggressively, crawls away, the knife forgotten in his panic. You scramble up, coughing as smoke fills your lungs, eyes watering from the acrid air.
For a fleeting moment, the explosion seems to have created a path through the flames, the fire momentarily diverted. But the reprieve is short-lived. The explosion has destabilized the landscape, and you hear the ominous groan of trees about to collapse from the shock.
Your gaze darts to the blood-stained map sticking out of your backpack—it might hold the key to something important. But survival is paramount, and your every instinct screams at you to move before the forest swallows you whole. You barely have time to contemplate your next move when a terrifying sound erupts from deeper in the woods. The unmistakable growl of a zombie horde, drawn by the blast, echoes closer, their ravenous hunger a chilling reminder of your precarious situation.
The ground shakes violently, the blast sending a shockwave through the forest, tearing apart the weakened trees and sending burning debris skyward. The bandit, too stunned to react aggressively, crawls away, the knife forgotten in his panic. You scramble up, coughing as smoke fills your lungs, eyes watering from the acrid air.
For a fleeting moment, the explosion seems to have created a path through the flames, the fire momentarily diverted. But the reprieve is short-lived. The explosion has destabilized the landscape, and you hear the ominous groan of trees about to collapse from the shock.
Your gaze darts to the blood-stained map sticking out of your backpack—it might hold the key to something important. But survival is paramount, and your every instinct screams at you to move before the forest swallows you whole. You barely have time to contemplate your next move when a terrifying sound erupts from deeper in the woods. The unmistakable growl of a zombie horde, drawn by the blast, echoes closer, their ravenous hunger a chilling reminder of your precarious situation.