Bab 92: The Dogs of Upper Society

Hobe, torn between the conflicting elements of the situation, took a measured step forward, attempting to defuse the escalating conflict. "Doctor, you must understand the consequences of your creations. Let us bring you back, and together we can address these concerns through the proper channels."

"I will never return to that wretched place! I won't live among scoundrels like you!"

Kate, her body bearing the weight of severe injuries, moved with a noticeable sluggishness. In stark contrast, Hobe's agility remained intact, allowing him to evade the swiping claws of the mutant zombie.

"Hobe, I can't keep up much longer," Kate panted, her voice strained with exertion.

"Stay focused, Kate. We need to neutralize this threat and get out of here," Hobe replied, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any potential advantage.