Chapter 23 Survival’s Game
Chapter 23 Survival’s Game
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Unfortunately for him, the girl he had been hoping to find was already long gone–turned into one of the undead. In any other situation, a lone female zombie wouldn’t have been much trouble for a group this
size.
It would’ve been a whole other story if she hadn’t turned, though. A new woman in their group? He could already picture the “fun” he’d have.
She might’ve been a little naive, but her look more than made up for it.
Now, all those fantasies were meaningless. Their journey hade to an abrupt, bloody end.
He hadn’t even seen her face.
Just as despair set in, his eyes caught a figure through the chaos–a girl standing in the forest’s shadows.
She wasn’t running. She wasn’t afraid. Arms crossed, she stared directly at him, her expression ice–cold.
At that moment, the truth hit him like a freight train.
I’m the <i>fool</i>! The girl <i>I’ve </i><i>been </i><i>mocking </i><i>isn’t </i><i>some </i><i>hapless </i><i>idiot</i>. <i>She’s </i><i>the </i><i>one </i>running <i>the </i><i>show</i>. She owns this <i>bunker</i><i>, </i><i>andshe’s </i><i>watching </i>us <i>the </i><i>whole </i>time<i>! </i>
However, it was toote for realizations. The zombies swarmed him, and his screams were cut short as ws ripped through his chest.
“Woof! Woof!” Summer barked loudly, scattering the remaining zombies.
Theresa strolled toward the truck, calmly collecting the arrows she’d fired earlier. With a practiced motion, she hauled the supplies out of the back.
<i>Not </i><i>bad </i><i>for </i><i>a </i><i>day’s </i><i>work</i>, she thought, dragging the truck off to the side to patch up her barricade. She wasn’t about to let another group of idiots stumble in uninvited.
Back inside her bunker, she unloaded the loot and started sorting it,
The truck was packed with twentyrge boxes–ten boxes of instant noodles, five boxes of rice, two boxes of bottled water, one box filled with assorted meats and vegetables, and one final box–packed with gold bars with price tags.
Theresa paused, hefting the gold. It was heavy–thirty, maybe forty pounds. She smirked.
<i>They </i><i>even </i><i>had </i><i>time </i><i>to </i><i>loot </i><i>a </i><i>jewelry </i><i>store</i><i>. </i><i>Talk </i><i>about </i><i>priorities</i><i>, </i>she mused, shaking her head.
Still, she couldn’t deny the practicality. Even in an apocalypse, gold might hold value.
She neatly stored everything in her warehouse and quickly noticed a new addition–a police–issued handgun, no doubt stolen during one of their raids.
It was clear these thugs had left destruction in their wake.
Theresa didn’t feel bad about taking their supplies. In her mind, she wasn’t just protecting herself but
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Most people would’ve run away from a group like that, scared for their lives. Not her. She lured them in, let the zombies care for them, and cleaned up the mess afterward.
<i>See</i>? A good citizen through and <i>through</i>, she joked to herself, smirking as she surveyed her spoils.
Just as she finished organizing, a familiar “ding” sounded in her mind.
‘Defense Sessful: 6 Enemies Eliminated. Supplies Recovered: 20 Boxes. Points Earned: 26. System Store Unlocked.
Theresa’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.
Suddenly, a new panel appeared in her mind–a shop filled with everything she could imagine.
Food, medicine, weapons, construction materials–it was all there. Each item came with a description and price.
‘Energy Bar: Restores energy and keeps hunger at bay for 10 hours. Price: 5 points.‘
‘Bread: Fills you up and keeps hunger away for 20 hours. Price: 8 points.
‘Pain Relief Gel: Stops bleeding and numbs the pain. One application heals minor injuries. Price: 20 points.
She flipped to the weapons section and nearly gasped. The selection was incredible–firearms with extra uracy, increased damage, and even special effects.
<i>These </i><i>are </i><i>amazing</i><i>! </i><i>The </i><i>only </i><i>problem</i>? <i>Everything </i><i>is </i><i>expensive</i><i>, </i><i>and </i><i>I </i><i>only </i><i>have </i><i>26 </i><i>points </i><i>to </i><i>spend</i><i>, </i>she thought, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she secretly hoped for more intruders to show up.
Before she could make a decision, her monitor lit up with an rm.
Theresa walked over and checked the screen. Outside, the sky was getting darker, and the cameras showed severalrge vehicles pulling up just outside her bunker.
The infrared feed revealed people stepping out of the cars, scanning the area, and clearing out nearby.
zombies.
Theresa leaned back in her chair, a grin slowly spreading across her face.
<i>Already </i>sending <i>me </i><i>more </i><i>visitors</i>? she thought, cracking her knuckles.
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