✅ Completed Chapter
CHAPTER 136: A DEADLY CLIMB
A DEADLY CLIMB
Heart pounding with urgency, you scramble toward the rusty fire escape ladder, its metal rungs icy under your sweaty palms. Below, the Abomination's roar echoes, a chilling reminder of the peril snapping at your heels. You pull yourself up with sheer desperation, every muscle screaming in protest.
The fire escape creaks ominously, but you focus on the rhythm of your ascent, rung by rung. You glance down once, just long enough to see the Abomination's massive fists pound the alley's walls in frustration. It's not agile enough to climb, but its relentless nature sends a shiver down your spine.
Upon reaching the rooftop, you're greeted by a panorama of desolation. The city stretches out like a graveyard of steel and concrete, interrupted by the occasional flicker of torchlight from distant survivors' camps. But there's no time to soak it in; the building trembles beneath you, weakened by the chaos below.
As you edge across the rooftop, searching for a way down, a sharp crack splits the air. The roof beneath you gives way, and you plunge into darkness, landing in a dusty storeroom on the top floor of the building. Pain shoots through your leg—a sprain, maybe worse. The ceiling above groans ominously, dust falling like a grimy curtain.
Amidst the debris, you spot a flicker of movement—a pair of wide eyes staring out from behind a shelf. Another survivor, perhaps? But before you can react, the sound of gunfire erupts outside, followed by the unmistakable howls of a nearby horde drawn to the noise. You're trapped, injured, and not alone.
The fire escape creaks ominously, but you focus on the rhythm of your ascent, rung by rung. You glance down once, just long enough to see the Abomination's massive fists pound the alley's walls in frustration. It's not agile enough to climb, but its relentless nature sends a shiver down your spine.
Upon reaching the rooftop, you're greeted by a panorama of desolation. The city stretches out like a graveyard of steel and concrete, interrupted by the occasional flicker of torchlight from distant survivors' camps. But there's no time to soak it in; the building trembles beneath you, weakened by the chaos below.
As you edge across the rooftop, searching for a way down, a sharp crack splits the air. The roof beneath you gives way, and you plunge into darkness, landing in a dusty storeroom on the top floor of the building. Pain shoots through your leg—a sprain, maybe worse. The ceiling above groans ominously, dust falling like a grimy curtain.
Amidst the debris, you spot a flicker of movement—a pair of wide eyes staring out from behind a shelf. Another survivor, perhaps? But before you can react, the sound of gunfire erupts outside, followed by the unmistakable howls of a nearby horde drawn to the noise. You're trapped, injured, and not alone.