Chapter 58
Author: Olugbengapens
last update2025-11-14 04:16:34
The heavy iron cart at the entrance of the dark tunnel shook violently. The rusted metal screeched.

Outside the barricade, the swarm of Scavenger-Roots was going completely crazy. The bone-spiders could smell the fresh blood on the metal floor. They could smell the cooked, burnt flesh from Frank’s severed arm. They were hungry, and they were determined to get inside.

Sharp, jagged legs made of white bone poked through the small gaps around the iron cart. The spiders scratched wildly at the wal
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