The Endgame Chronicles のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 731 - チャプター 740

The moment Hayley said that, Griffin broke into a grin.After Alex and the others were escorted out, Hayley mentioned to the man in the white coat that she wanted to bring one more person. The other side agreed without hesitation.The dorms they were assigned were double rooms.Griffin was also given a number, No. 8188.Hayley glanced at the number and frowned."What's wrong, Captain Gorgeous? You like my number?""Heh. Idiot."Griffin stared at her."Did you even notice my number?" Hayley held hers up. "It's 7132. There's a gap of over 1,000 between us. But we already wiped out the inner camp. There's no way they're still issuing numbers from there.""So that means… They've got other camps?""Guess you're not a total idiot." Hayley gave him an approving look, though inwardly, she couldn't help but reassess just how powerful the Sovereign Academy really was.If each base recruited around 50 people, then they had at least 20 branches the size of the inner camp.Twenty.And

After Preston's group finished recruiting, several pairs of eyes shifted toward Hayley.Preston leaned in and whispered something to one of his men. The guy's eyes lit up as he looked at Hayley. "Hey, you. The boss likes you. Come over and give him a kiss, and he'll take you in. No need to hand over your bullet."Hayley let out a quiet, amused laugh.Tyler and Barnaby, who were sitting beside her, both stood up. "No, thanks. She's our leader. We're not going anywhere."After hearing that, Preston and his men looked Hayley over again and again. The broad, heavily built Preston studied them with a mix of scrutiny and contempt, a greasy smirk tugging at his lips. Then he waved his man back.The guy sneered at them before returning, "Keep up the act. When the time comes, we'll see how you beg us to take you in."Their side sat back down and stopped talking.The tension in the cabin thickened as everyone waited for what came next.There were no windows in the helicopter. No one kn

Dark clouds pressed low over the sky. October winds whipped through Somervale, strong and restless. The wind rolled in from the sea, threading through the high-rises and kicking up piles of trash at every intersection.A four-year-old newspaper lifted from the debris and slapped against the dusty window of an abandoned car.This city, frozen in death for four years, was loud again."Raargh!""Raargh!""Raargh!"Hordes of zombies poured out from every direction: streets, apartment blocks, and residential zones.Somervale had once been Henerland's premier international city. Dense and sprawling, its footprint rivaled places like Aecraton, but its population had been 20 times larger.Before the outbreak, more than 20 million people lived here. When everything fell apart, the entire city turned into a sea of death.Not a single living person was left. Not one survivor.Somervale belonged to the dead now.Zombies flooded the streets like a rising tide. Every road, every corner, w

Hayley walked through the empty building, her footsteps echoing in the hollow space.She was already thinking about where they should go next.They were in the busiest stretch of Somervale, right along the Clearbrook River. Before everything fell apart, both sides of the river had been packed with famous attractions, massive shopping centers, high-end office towers, and foreign embassies.Right now, she was standing inside one of those landmark buildings.If they wanted to survive, they needed more than just a safe place. They needed a way out.The Sovereign Academy would come back in three days to pick them up. Wherever they hid, it had to be somewhere they could actually leave from.If they buried themselves underground, no one was getting them out. They needed somewhere secure and accessible.Hayley made her way up to the second floor and stepped toward a window, looking out over the river. Her eyes settled on a tower about 500 yards away.The Somervale Financial Center.At

Hayley stood in front of a towering iron gate, easily over ten feet high, grand enough to feel like the entrance to a fortress. Even the guard booths looked like military-grade sentry posts.But there wasn't a single competent guard left inside.Her gaze settled on one of the booths with its door hanging open.The main gate was still locked, but the booth door was broken. Both the front and back booth doors had been wrecked, and one of them was hanging halfway off its frame."Through the guard booth!"Hayley jumped in first. Once inside, she made it into Clearwater Residences without trouble. She scanned the area, her eyes landing on a stalled car near the entrance.She ran over and grabbed the car door.Bang!A zombie's hand slammed against the window.There was still a zombie inside.It was a man in his 30s, dressed in a sharp suit and tie. Before the apocalypse, he had probably been one of the city's elite.Now, the zombie's face was corpse-pale, its cloudy eyes locked on