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Chapter 61 Zombie Dorm <b>Sweep </b>
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Theresa waited cautiously in ce for three minutes. Good–every zombie was locked inside a room)
There were no stragglers roaming the halls.
Once she confirmed the <b>area </b>was secure, she and Kyle busted open the first room.
It was time to start the kill.
This way, they wouldn’t get ambushed from behind by any zombies wandering in from outside.
Boom!
Theresa kicked the door open.
A wave of putrid, gag–inducing stench burst out from the room.
Four or five female zombies lunged toward the open door, drawn by the scent of fresh human flesh and freedom. They hadn’t seen food in far too long.
Their eyes gleamed with bloodthirsty madness, Cloudy, gray pupils gave them a terrifying look. Their rotting mouths, crawling with maggots, gnashed and hissed, ready to tear and devour anything alive.
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Swish! Swish! Swish!
A sharp katana shed through the air–<b>what </b>greeted them wasn’t salvation, but cold steel and high- pressure water jets.
Three zombies were instantly decapitated. The remaining two were torn through by concentrated water sts.
As the five bodies <b>hit </b>the ground, the dogs rushed in. Giant ws scooped through the zombies‘ skulls, retrieving two gleamstones the size of sunflower seeds for Theresa.
“Good job.
Theresa patted the dogs heads encouragingly while surveying the dorm room.
It <b>had </b>a private bathroom and four bunk beds, each neatly made with bedding.
She quickly drew some conclusions–this building must’ve been a standard employee dorm with eight people per room and a shared bathroom. Since there were only five <b>zombies</b>, likely half of the room’s residents had been working a night shift.
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After clearing a second room with Kyle and confirming her suspicions. Theresa grew familiar with theyout of the building. They split up–Theresa took the left side, <b>Kyle </b>the right and began systernarily breaching doors and killing zombies.
Boom!
Roar!
As soon as Theresa busted down a door, the katana’s icy de gleamed.
This katana, freshly sharpened by Kyle, cut through zombies like they were watermelons. Thanks to the system. Theresa’s strength and speed were enhanced to the human limit. With a razor–sharp katana int hand, her attacks were swift and lethal.
The zombies couldn’t even get close to her–they lost their heads before touching her clothing.
The three dogs provided backup, leaping in to finish off any survivors and dig out the gleamstones.
They cleared one room every three minutes.
In thirty minutes, she and Kyle had wiped out the entire first floor. They repeated the process, floor by floor, until they’d cleared all five upper levels.
By noon, they’d finished the entire dorm building.
Not a single human survivor–just zombies. Altogether, they had killed over 1,000 of them.
They collected more than 300 gleamstones.
Two more dorms remained.
Theresa stuck with the same method. She and Kyle worked side by side, clearing a building, taking short breaks between each one. At one point, they rested in the armored car and had a quick lunch of heated rice balls to refuel.
By dusk, they had sessfully cleared all three zombie–filled dormitories near the factory.
They took down more <b>than </b>3,500 zombies and secured exactly 1,000 zombie gleamstones.
As the sky darkened, Theresa’s expression grew serious. In the apocalypse, nighttime was far more dangerous than daylight.
Daylight suppressed zombie activity, slowing their movements. <b>But </b>at night, zombies grew exponentially stronger and faster.
Even someone as experienced as Theresa never risked a night operation.
Besides, she had enough gleamstones now–she could finally trade for the multifunctional unmanned aerial vehicle system.
Chapter 61 Zombie Dorm Sweep
“We’re heading back. We’ll return tomorrow.”
“Got it.”
Theresa, Kyle, and the dogs piled into the vehicle and started to leave.
Just then, a voice crackled over a loudspeaker.
“Help! Please help us!”
On the rooftop of the factory’s main building, a group of twenty to thirty people waved desperately. calling out to them. A huge makeshift banner <b>made </b>of stitched–together clothing was clearly visible.
Kyle turned to Theresa, urgency <b>in </b>his voice. “Theresa! Survivors! Do we help them?”
Theresa nced over the rooftop crowd. Twenty to thirty young adults, male and fernale, all between their early twenties and forties. No elderly. No children.
A solid group of able–bodiedborers.
Now that Theresa was nning to build up her own territory, she viewed poption through the eyes of a <b>leader</b>.
From that perspective, people weren’t measured by morality, but by productivity. Everyone was a potentialbor unit–the foundation of any functional society.