Chapter 70 — Hour 5

Prince of Hell.

The city fell silent.

The zombies... stopped.

Snarling. Sniffing. Wild-eyed. But none of them moved.

Something in their instinct told them not to.

And standing at the center of it all—Sael.

Shirt ripped. Collar stained. Blood drying on skin that didn’t seem to mind. But his posture—

Composed.

One hand in his coat pocket. The other brushing his hair back like he was late for a meeting.

Across from him, Grim gripped the metal bat.

Knuckles white.

Behind, Zoya and Stellan watched in that way people do when they’re pretending not to.

Sael turned.

Didn’t say a word. Just started walking away, coat fluttering behind like a cape he hadn’t earned.

“Sael,” Grim called.

He paused.

Didn’t look back.

“Wait.”

One second passed.

Then:
“Alright. I waited.”
He nodded. “Leaving now.”

He stepped forward.

Grim’s voice cracked. “That’s not what I meant—”

Sael spun.

A clean 180.

Fist connected.

Grim flew.

Hit the concrete like a dropped weapon.

Didn’t move.

Zoya stood.

Sael didn’t look at her.

He just walked. One step. Another. Then jumped.

Gone.

He stood in an alley now. Somewhere deeper. Somewhere rotting.

Behind him, corpses. Dozens. Maybe more.

Zombies, sure. But not just dead—eaten.

Half-shredded. Torn open. Missing chunks. Some still twitching.

Sael leaned against the wall, cracked his neck, and muttered, “Huh. Still hungry.”

Southern edge of the city.

A jeep coughed its way through ruined streets. Seven people inside. Guns on laps. Eyes sharp.

They weren’t laughing. They weren’t speaking. Just breathing too loud and waiting to die.

A few zombies stumbled from the shadows.

Someone fired. Heads burst. The jeep didn’t stop.

They didn’t even blink.

End of Chapter.