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CHAPTER 133: ESCAPE THROUGH CHAOS
ESCAPE THROUGH CHAOS
With a deep breath, you focus on the task at hand, shoving debris aside with every ounce of strength you can muster. The doorway beckons, a faint sliver of hope amidst the chaos. The building shudders, threatening to come down around you, but you push away the thought. You need to clear just enough rubble to squeeze through. Heart pounding, you claw at the debris, fingers bleeding and raw.
The driver watches, still frozen, as you chisel away an escape path. The groans of the undead grow louder, filling the air with their fetid stench. You can sense their presence closing in like shadows in the periphery. Your heart races; every instinct screams at you to flee.
Finally, you've cleared enough space—a narrow opening just enough for one person to squeeze through. You glance back at the driver—his eyes pleading for guidance, for a leader. But there's no time for hesitation, no room for doubt. You make your move, slipping through the gap, the jagged edges of broken boards tearing at your clothes as you wriggle free.
The cold night air hits your face, and you're outside, but the driver is still inside, lost in fear. You turn, ready to shout encouragement, when a deafening crash echoes. The ceiling inside collapses, sending a cloud of dust billowing through the opening.
Your heart sinks. Did he make it out? Did he get trapped beneath the debris? There's no time to confirm as the moans of the undead grow impossibly loud, closing in fast.
The driver watches, still frozen, as you chisel away an escape path. The groans of the undead grow louder, filling the air with their fetid stench. You can sense their presence closing in like shadows in the periphery. Your heart races; every instinct screams at you to flee.
Finally, you've cleared enough space—a narrow opening just enough for one person to squeeze through. You glance back at the driver—his eyes pleading for guidance, for a leader. But there's no time for hesitation, no room for doubt. You make your move, slipping through the gap, the jagged edges of broken boards tearing at your clothes as you wriggle free.
The cold night air hits your face, and you're outside, but the driver is still inside, lost in fear. You turn, ready to shout encouragement, when a deafening crash echoes. The ceiling inside collapses, sending a cloud of dust billowing through the opening.
Your heart sinks. Did he make it out? Did he get trapped beneath the debris? There's no time to confirm as the moans of the undead grow impossibly loud, closing in fast.