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Chapter 20, Saviors Of The Day.

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The stairwell door burst open as Shihab and Jawad emerged onto the fourth floor landing, their weapons raised and breathing ragged. The smell of decay hit them like a physical blow, rotting flesh mixed with the coppery tang of old blood. Below them, the relentless scratching of claw-like nails against concrete and the guttural moaning of the zombies created a horrifying symphony that echoed through the hollowed-out hospital corridors.

Jawad ejected the empty magazine from his rifle with a sharp click, the spent casing clattering against the tile floor. His dark eyes scanned the stairwell as he slammed a fresh magazine home. "They're piling up at the roof access!" he shouted over the din, his voice hoarse from smoke and exhaustion. "If we don't do something now, that door won't hold much longer!"

Shihab leaned cautiously over the rusted railing, his grip tightening on his weapon. The scene below turned his blood to ice. Dozens of ghouls pressed against the reinforced steel door lead

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The army’s arrival brought a wave of relief to the hospital. As soldiers took up defensive positions around the building, Shihab and his companions knew it was time to move on. They exchanged farewells with the doctors and survivors, gratitude lingering in their words. "We owe you our lives," one of the nurses said, her voice thick with emotion. Shihab gave a firm nod. "Stay safe. The soldiers will protect you now." With that, he and his group turned away, stepping out into the uncertain world beyond the hospital walls. Shihab adjusted the straps of his new military suit, a formidable ensemble of bulletproof plating, reinforced leather, and an array of tools. A combat knife hung at his hip, a pistol holstered beside it, and grenades were secured in pouches across his chest. Various devices, their purposes unknown to most, completed the intimidating gear. Jawad let out a low whistle as he eyed the suit. "Damn. The System really hooked you up." Shihab smirked, flexing his gl
Chapter 20, Saviors Of The Day.
The stairwell door burst open as Shihab and Jawad emerged onto the fourth floor landing, their weapons raised and breathing ragged. The smell of decay hit them like a physical blow, rotting flesh mixed with the coppery tang of old blood. Below them, the relentless scratching of claw-like nails against concrete and the guttural moaning of the zombies created a horrifying symphony that echoed through the hollowed-out hospital corridors. Jawad ejected the empty magazine from his rifle with a sharp click, the spent casing clattering against the tile floor. His dark eyes scanned the stairwell as he slammed a fresh magazine home. "They're piling up at the roof access!" he shouted over the din, his voice hoarse from smoke and exhaustion. "If we don't do something now, that door won't hold much longer!" Shihab leaned cautiously over the rusted railing, his grip tightening on his weapon. The scene below turned his blood to ice. Dozens of ghouls pressed against the reinforced steel door lead
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The first ghoul hit the barricade like a ball made of flesh. Its body slammed against the wall of overturned gurneys and filing cabinets with a sickening crunch. Yellowed fingernails, blackened with decay, clawed desperately through the gaps between metal furniture as three more creatures piled in behind it, their guttural moans rising into a chorus of hunger that echoed through the hospital's hollowed-out lobby. "NOW!" Shihab's voice cut through the chaos like a blade. From the second-floor balcony, Jawad leaned over the railing with the Molotov in his hand. He didn't flinch, With a practiced motion, he threw the bottle downward in a perfect arc. The glass shattered against the tiled floor, the molotov fell at the zombies feet and for a few seconds nothing happened. Then the world exploded in fire. Flames erupted across the entrance, burning up the walls and engulfing the first wave of ghouls. They staggered forward like macabre torches, their rotting bodies bubbling and blacken
Chapter 18, Fortifying The Hospital.
The heavy doors of the hospital groaned as Shihab and his team pushed them open, the scent of antiseptic and decay flooding their senses. "This way," Jawad whispered, pointing to a stairwell marked with glowing emergency paint. "They probably stay upstairs ."The group ascended cautiously, their weapons drawn. On the third-floor landing, a rusted gate blocked their path until a flashlight beam suddenly cut through the darkness. "Halt!" A voice barked from behind the light. "Identify yourselves!"Shihab shielded his eyes. "We have a wounded girl, her name is Amal."The light lowered, revealing a haggard doctor in a bloodstained lab coat, his surgical mask hanging loose around his neck. Behind him, two nurses clutched makeshift weapons a fire extinguisher and a scalpel. The doctor's eyes widened at the sight of Amal. "Oh poor girl, bring her in!" The fifth-floor pediatric ward had been transformed into a fortified sanctuary. Moonlight streamed through barred windows, illuminatin
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Morning light filtered through the cabin's dusty windows, painting stripes of gold across Amal's pale face. She stirred weakly, her eyelids fluttering open for just a moment before squeezing shut against the pain. A soft whimper escaped her cracked lips as she tried - and failed - to lift her head from the sweat-dampened pillow. Karam was at her side instantly, gentle fingers pressing against the girl's clammy forehead. "Her fever's spiking again," he announced, voice tight with concern. The medical kit lay open beside her, its meager supplies already dwindling after hours of tending to Amal's wounds. Shihab hovered near the foot of the bed, his usual humor absent. "We're out of our depth here," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "That head wound... She needs real doctors. Imaging. Medications we don't have." Jawad crossed his arms, leaning against the rough-hewn log wall. "Nearest hospital's an hour south. Used to be the central hospital before..." He didn't need to
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The stench of rotting flesh filled Shihab's nostrils as he fired again and again, the rifle's recoil jolting up his arms with each shot. A zombie's head snapped back. Another crumpled to the pavement. But for every one he took down, two more shambled forward, their milky eyes reflecting the firelight. His back hit the burning car, the heat searing through his shirt. The girl he'd pulled out lay unconscious a few feet away, her chest rising and falling steadily. The other two survivors were still trapped inside the wreck, unmoving. Shihab ejected the empty magazine and reached for another, only to find his pocket empty. A zombie lurched forward, its yellowed teeth bared. Shihab swung his rifle like a club, the stock connecting with its temple with a sickening sound , sending the creature staggered but didn't go down. Another grabbed his arm but Shihab quickly shoved it away and then someone shot it.The zombie's head exploded, showering Shihab with blackened gore. He whirled aro

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