Surrender To Us, Our Luna (One Luna, Four Alphas) novel Chapter 377

Chapter 377: 377-The Dead People Walking

Clementine:

A woman stood behind the glass, knocking on the door with her palm.

She looked weak, barely able to hold herself up, almost like she needed help.

She wore a long, elegant evening gown, and jewelry hung around her neck and wrists.

Her hair was styled in neat curls, but now they looked rough.

There were patches of hair missing, and I could tell she was very sick.

Everything about her looked like she had walked straight out of a royal party, apart from her hair and her showing scalp.

"Hey," I said, carefully approaching the glass, "I’m here. I’ll help you, okay? Just calm down and tell me your name." I tried to communicate with her because it seemed like she was going to pass out.

She was having a hard time breathing.

However, the woman did not respond.

She just kept knocking. Her fingers dragged slowly against the glass door as she leaned forward.

"Ma’am," I uttered, "are you hurt? I’m going to get you out, okay?" I stated. "Do you see the other entrance? It is locked from the outside. What I will do is, I’ll go there."

I was trying to speak when she lifted her head, and my breath caught in my chest.

Her eyes were fogged entirely, fully white. Her jaw hung at a strange angle, swaying slightly.

Her skin had a gray tint, marked with faint bruises, almost like she had been dead for a long time.

When she opened her mouth, no words came out, only a groan.

I stumbled back, shocked at what she was. This was not a civilian, not a survivor, but a monster. But what kind of monster?

I forced myself to stand, backing away from the glass until my shoulder touched the wall.

My legs felt weak from what I was seeing. I could not stay here.

I needed to know if the woman was alone or if there were more inside the building.

I needed to leave because I did not know if she was alone or if there were more of these things.

She was groaning like a dead person moving around.

I tightened my jaw and quickly got to my feet, walking down the hallway and checking one door after another.

Each time I pressed my ear against the wood, I heard something. The same sound.

The dragging sound, faint thudding, someone groaning like a dead body waking up.

It seemed like when this place got infected with whatever it was, someone had latched the doors from outside with wooden planks and other things to stop them from coming out.

But those doors would not be able to hold them forever. I had seen cracks in the windows, even small holes spreading near the centers.

They were going to get out. I knew that for sure.

So I moved faster.

Halfway down the corridor, I found another apartment, and this one had its door left open.

Not pushed open, not cracked. Simply open. My instincts told me to keep walking, but curiosity got the best of me.

I needed to see what I was dealing with.

The entrance led to a living room. Dust covered everything. Couches were ripped.

Tables were broken. The lights did not work, but daylight from the balcony was enough to light up the apartment.

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