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CHAPTER 46: ESCAPE THE CRUMBLING GRAVE
ESCAPE THE CRUMBLING GRAVE
With every passing second, the crevice feels more like a deathtrap. The relentless tremors and looming boulders tell you that hesitation might cost you both your lives. The explosives are your last resort, a risky gambit to carve a path to safety. You fumble for them, your fingers shaking but determined.
As you set the charges, the survivor watches with a mixture of hope and trepidation. His injuries prevent him from helping, but he offers a silent nod, trusting you with his life. You position the explosives at a narrow point in the rubble where the rock appears weakest, hoping the blast will force open a viable escape route.
With a deep breath, you trigger the detonator and brace yourself. The explosion is deafening, a concussive wave that drowns out all thought. Dust and debris fill the air, momentarily blinding you as you cough and sputter.
When the dust settles, you squint through the haze. A jagged opening, barely wide enough to squeeze through, gapes at the far end of the cave-in. Relief surges, but there's no time to waste. You help the survivor to his feet, supporting his weight as you both stagger toward the newfound exit.
Just as you reach the opening, a frenzied chorus of growls echoes from the darkness. Shadows move within the dust—zombies drawn by the noise. Their rotten forms shamble closer, eyes gleaming with a savage hunger. The choice is clear: escape, but only if you can outlast the horde.
As you set the charges, the survivor watches with a mixture of hope and trepidation. His injuries prevent him from helping, but he offers a silent nod, trusting you with his life. You position the explosives at a narrow point in the rubble where the rock appears weakest, hoping the blast will force open a viable escape route.
With a deep breath, you trigger the detonator and brace yourself. The explosion is deafening, a concussive wave that drowns out all thought. Dust and debris fill the air, momentarily blinding you as you cough and sputter.
When the dust settles, you squint through the haze. A jagged opening, barely wide enough to squeeze through, gapes at the far end of the cave-in. Relief surges, but there's no time to waste. You help the survivor to his feet, supporting his weight as you both stagger toward the newfound exit.
Just as you reach the opening, a frenzied chorus of growls echoes from the darkness. Shadows move within the dust—zombies drawn by the noise. Their rotten forms shamble closer, eyes gleaming with a savage hunger. The choice is clear: escape, but only if you can outlast the horde.