Free Web NovelChapter 146: Chapter 146 Wish granted.
"We’re totally screwed!"
The voice came from a bald-headed man whose face was contorted with fear. He looked like someone who had completely lost all purpose for living and, given the state of the world, perhaps he had.
He stood in the middle of the small storage room where basketballs, players’ uniforms, training equipment, and other sports supplies were kept. Around him stood nineteen other survivors, all squeezed into the cramped space.
Each of them clutched whatever weapon they had managed to find....sticks, scissors, cutlasses, metal rods, and even broken chair legs. None of them were trained fighters, but desperation had a way of turning ordinary people into reluctant warriors.
They stood facing the heavily barricaded door while the loud growls of monsters continued to echo outside.
GROWL!!
SCRATCH!!
BANG!!
The terrifying sounds only seemed to grow louder with every passing second.
"Do you think they’ll break in?" one of the women asked, terror evident in her trembling voice.
She tightened her grip on a pair of scissors before continuing.
"I’m pretty sure they haven’t gotten through because most of them are low-level kid monsters. But what happens if a higher-level monster shows up? One that still retains some human intelligence? What if it realizes doors can be unlocked... or worse, decides to smash its way inside? Then we’ll be truly screwed."
The room fell silent.
No one could deny her words.
What she said was a very real possibility.
"What I know is that there’s no escape route," another woman said as tears rolled down her cheeks. "We can only pray that someone rescues us... or that these monsters somehow decide to leave on their own so we can escape."
She paused, rubbing her stomach.
"I’m already starving. It’s been two days since I last ate anything. I need food. I can’t keep going like this."
A man nearby scoffed.
"You should be thankful there was still water left in this room."
The woman immediately turned toward him.
"And how long do you think that water will last?" she asked seriously.
Her voice rose slightly as frustration took over.
"Until tomorrow morning at best. After that, what are we supposed to drink? What are we supposed to eat? We can’t even leave this room without getting torn apart by monsters."
She began pacing back and forth.
"At this rate, we’re going to die from hunger and dehydration before the monsters even get the chance to kill us."
The survivors exchanged helpless glances.
Deep down, they all knew she was right.
The room once again fell into a depressing silence.
Then another man stepped forward.
"Let’s not lose hope yet," he said firmly.
Several heads turned toward him.
"If those monsters somehow break through the barricade, we’ll fight. We won’t just sit here and wait to die."
His grip tightened around his makeshift weapon.
"I’m sure help will come eventually."
A bitter smile appeared on his face.
"It has to."
His eyes gradually dimmed.
"I still need to see my family. I need to know if they’re alive."
BANG!!!
The loud sound echoed through the building.
The survivors froze.
Their eyes widened.
"What was that?!" several of them whispered simultaneously.
Everyone instinctively huddled closer together.
Their gazes remained fixed on the barricaded door.
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
The sounds came again.
This time louder and closer.
One of the survivors blinked repeatedly.
"Was... was that gunfire?"
The room erupted into whispers.
"Gunshots?"
"Someone’s fighting out there?"
"Are we finally being rescued?"
A younger survivor swallowed nervously.
"Or maybe it’s one of those organizations that have started forming since the apocalypse began."
His words immediately attracted everyone’s attention.
"You know... those groups that take survivors by force and make them work for them."
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"Let’s stay quiet," another survivor quickly said.
"We don’t know who’s out there."
The others nodded.
For several seconds, no one dared make a sound.
Then....
BOOM!!!
The barricaded door exploded inward.
Chairs, sticks, tables, and pieces of wood were sent flying across the room.
The survivors screamed.
Several stumbled backward.
Others nearly dropped their weapons.
A wave of terror shot down every spine present.
They instinctively clung to one another as though that alone could somehow protect them from whatever had just broken through.
For a brief moment, everyone thought they were about to be eaten alive.
Then a calm voice echoed through the room.
"You wished for rescue."
The survivors froze.
"And that wish has been granted."
The voice caused every head to snap toward the entrance.
Standing amidst the dust and debris was Ivy.
The sight of an actual human nearly brought tears to several survivors’ eyes.
The crushing fear that had gripped their hearts finally began to loosen.
Meanwhile, Darren was still outside.
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
His rifle continued firing relentlessly.
Every bullet that left the barrel was reinforced by his water ability.
Streams of compressed water wrapped around the ammunition, increasing both its force and penetration.
Monsters dropped one after another.
Some were blown backward.
Others collapsed instantly upon impact.
The survivors stared at the scene in absolute horror and amazement, their mouths hung open, their eyes widened.
"Are you all going to keep staring?" Ivy finally asked.
Her voice immediately snapped them back to reality.
"Or are you coming out?"
The survivors looked at one another before rapidly nodding.
Without wasting another second, they rushed out of the storage room.
They quickly gathered behind Darren as he continued clearing a path through the monsters.
Meanwhile, Ivy positioned herself at the rear of the group, ensuring none of the survivors were left behind.
