Chapter 20 One–time Audience
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Why kill zombies? Zombies are <i>not </i>a <i>threat</i>! <i>In </i><i>fact</i>, <i>they </i><i>act </i>as guards <i>wandering </i><i>around</i>. Who <i>would </i><i>dare </i>to <ie </i>near me now?
Theresa lowered her crossbow, abandoning the idea of taking out the lone zombie in her sight. Peering through her binocrs, she even felt a flicker of regret.
<i>Why </i>aren’t there more <i>zombies</i>? <i>If </i><i>only </i><i>there </i><i>are </i><i>more</i>. <i>It’ll </i><i>be </i><i>perfect </i><i>if </i><i>they </i><i>block </i><i>the </i>road <i>entirely</i><i>. </i>
With this thought, she quickly formted a n.
Half an hourter, Theresa drove her armored car to the outskirts of her territory.
Parking it in the woods, she stepped out with Summer and moved toward the highway.
The further they walked, the stronger the stench of blood became.
Reaching the edge of a cliff, she crouched and looked down at the road.
It was far more thrilling witnessing the scene up close.
The highway leading out of the city was a deathtrap.
Vehicles fled in a frenzied stream, each car chased by a ck mass of zombies. These creatures never seemed to tire as they sprinted madly after the cars.
Those with bad luck were instantly overwhelmed by the zombie hordes when they slowed down.
The zombies clung to vehicles like leeches, furiously pounding and wing at the windows.
The driver’s view waspletely blocked, and metal screeched as one car crashed into another.
Once a vehicle flipped, the zombies howled in triumph, swarming it entirely.
For the luckier ones, there was still a chance. Swerving through wreckage–strewn roads, they sped forward with desperate screams.
The stretch of road beneath Theresa’s feet was far quieter.
At a nce, there were only four ident sites and a handful of wandering zombies.
They roamed on both sides of the road, following any passing vehicles.
Once thest few speeding vehicles passed, drawing away most of the zombies, she and Summer climbed down the cliff.
Summer leaped down with ease, while shended at one of the crash sites.
<i>Roar</i><i>! </i>
A middle–aged female zombie trapped inside an overturned car wed frantically at the window when she spotted Theresa.
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Her disheveled hair was matted with dirt and dried blood. Her emaciated face still clung to scraps of skin. though her chest had been torn open. A skeletal hand, adorned with a diamond ring, jutted from a crack in the car, grasping desperately for Theresa.
But the zombie wasn’t going anywhere as the seatbelt was still fastened tightly across her chest.
Scanning the car’s interior, Theresa quickly pieced together what had happened. Judging by the empty seats, her husband had likely abandoned her in the chaos, leaving her to fend for herself. He hadn’t even bothered to unbuckle her seatbelt.
“Be a zombie with dignity.” With a swing of her shovel, she brought her down. “Go find him in heaven.”
Afterward, she turned to the car’s rear and grabbed a hold of the bumper.
With a grunt, she heaved before the bumper gave way with a <i>click</i><i>. </i>
She dragged the abandoned car toward the entrance of her camp.
A few zombies noticed her movement and shambled over.
Theresa took no action. Instead, Summer sprang into action and bit them to death.
This apocalypse might have been humanity’s nightmare, but it left animals untouched.
As a Generic shepherd with extraordinarybat power and system enhancement, zombies were nothing more than oversized chew toys for Summer.
“Don’t kill them, Summer. Just maim them.”
The dog barked in acknowledgment, wing a zombie’s torso with just enough force to rip it in half.
Theresa stared at the disembodied torso crawling pitifully across the ground. <i>Great execution</i><i>, </i><i>Summer</i><i>! </i>
With Summer handling the zombies, Theresa/worked quickly, dragging several wrecked vehicles to block the entrance to her road. <i>Perfect</i>. <i>Nobody </i><i>in </i><i>their </i><i>right </i>mind <i>would </i>try <i>to </i><i>get </i><i>through </i><i>here </i><i>now</i>.
As a final touch, she had Summer herd the remaining zombies toward the barricade.
Theresa had them act as guards to protect her.
The whole process didn’t go unnoticed. A few passing vehicles slowed as they spotted her, but not a single one stopped.
This was the apocalypse, after all.
Everyone was too busy running for their lives to concern themselves with others.
Theresa didn’t care about them either.
They were just one–time spectators.
For most of them, this road was a one–way trip–an eternal path out of the city, with no hope of turning
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Even if they had questions, there was no time to ask. Their own survival came first.
After securing her road and assigning her zombie guards, Theresa returned to her base
She and Summer washed off the grime of the day. But just as they were settling in, the camp’s rm system red.
She immediately went to the tower upstairs, where her surveince monitors were set up.
In dozens of surveince squares, one screen showed the activities on the highway.
She erged the feed.
A cargoden pickup truck barreled out of the city, screeching to a halt before her barricade.
The people inside seemed unsure of what to do, pausing just long enough to draw the attention of her zombie guards.
When the half–zombies began crawling toward the truck, the driver panicked and reversed slightly. After a brief hesitation, the truck revved its engine, preparing to ram through the barricade.
Theresa’s expression darkened. So<i>, </i>they areing <i>for </i><i>me</i><i>. </i>
Without hesitation, she grabbed her crossbow. Aiming for the truck’s tires, she waited until they were within range.
Swoosh!
A bolt flew, piercing the front tire.
The truck screeched to a halt as the tire burst, its upants jolting forward,
Momentster, the doors opened, and four or five burly men stepped out.
Theresa recognized one of them. Isn’t that <i>the </i>man <i>who </i>rented me the <i>bunkers</i>?
“Are you sure it’s safe inside?”
“Of course! It’s a bunker. There’s nobody around! No one knows about it. I rented it to some girl a month ago to grow mushrooms. We might even find some mushrooms to eat!”
“Alright, boys! Let’s clear out these zombies, fix the tire, and take what’s ours.”