Chapter 131 She’s Gotten Even Stronger… Again


    Wait… She really saved me? Charlotte stood frozen,pletely stunned.


    Everyone from Kl Camp who knew Theresa-Graham and the others-watched her in action, eyes shining like fanboys who just met their hero in real life.


    Damn! That was badass! Theresa is a total beast! She’s the strongest! No one else evenes close!


    Even Kyle, who was merely tagging along with Theresa, looked formidable too.


    Is she even human anymore?


    You deserve our respect, Theresa!


    Lucas, standing a short distance away with a shoulder-fired missileuncher resting on his shoulder, couldn’t take his eyes off the scene either. His bright gaze flickered with raw amazement.


    She’s gotten even stronger… again.


    Kl Camp had only just made a small breakthrough in their own ability research. Lucas hadn’t even had the chance to share the new findings with Theresa. And here she was, doubling in power since thest time they met.


    How the hell does she do that?


    Meanwhile, everyone from Hope Camp had their jaws hitting the floor in unison. Even Bennie, who was infamous for never flinching no matter what hell broke loose, had theposure knocked right out of his icy stare. His eyes widened, the shock slicing clean through his usual calm.


    He stared at her power, dumbfounded.


    This… This wasn’t just strong. It was the strongest he had ever seen.


    No contest.


    And it wasn’t like she had some rare or high-tier ability either-it was just a standard water-based one. Normally, nothing to write home about. But in Theresa’s hands? She made it look like magic straight out of a myth.


    Everything Bennie thought he knew about her went right out the window.


    Then, came the real action.


    Bang! Bang! Bang!


    Theresa and Kyle moved in perfect sync, abilities zing as they mowed down over half the zombies swarming the area.


    Lucas and the others finally snapped out of their trance once only several zombies were left standing. They rushed in to help, guns zing, abilities unleashed.


    In less than ten minutes, all ten infected guards had been wiped out.


    Some people had fallen into the pile of rice sacks during the chaos. The team didn’t waste a second; they powered up the provision depot’s rescue systems and dove in.


    By the time they finished, it was already past 9 p.m.


    Of the dozen or so people who fell, only four made it out alive. The rest… they had been bitten before they


    could even scream. All turned.


    The worst of the bunch? Jamison.


    He had been the first to fall in. When they pulled him out, there was barely anything left but bones. The rest had been chewed clean by starving zombies.


    Den stood beside the body, face carved in stone. Grim, silent, barely holding it together.


    Jamison had been a friend. A hometown buddy. They had gone to school together-well, kind of. Jamison had dropped out before finishing middle school. He was never the studious type, always scraping with someone, always on some teacher’s cklist. The day he walked out of school, he had dered he would make something of himself in the world, prove everyone wrong.


    But reality hadn’t been kind.


    He had drifted around the city doing odd jobs for years. Nothing stuck. Eventually, he came back home with empty pockets and no future. No girlfriend, no wife, not even prospects: Last year, he had joked that if he still couldn’t find someone by next spring, Den might as well marry off his tomboy sister to him.


    Den had punched him in the jaw for that one.


    However, even now, that moment stuck with him-Jamison, all fire and ambition, just a kid swearing he would shake the world someday.


    Charlotte quietly walked up beside her brother. “Den… it was my fault. If I’d reacted faster, maybe…”


    She trailed off. She had fought back. Just not fast enough.


    “Don’t, Den responded, cing a firm hand on her shoulder. Together, they gave Jamison’s body one final blow-making sure he wouldn’t rise again-then buried what was left.


    This was the apocalypse,


    Not some fantasy with a reset button.


    Death could hit a person at any time, anywhere. One second you were standing, the next you were torn apart. No one had infinite lives. No one could promise they would be there to save you. Not even Theresa.


    She would fight, she would protect her own, but she couldn’t save the world.


    She wasn’t some savior from the heavens. She only saved those she could, when she could. If it aligned with her goals, if it meant protecting her people-her family-then yes, she would strike hard and fast. But she wasn’t about to throw herself on every grenade just because someone screamed for help.


    There were too many. She couldn’t save them all, and she wouldn’t try to, either.


    She had to stay focused. Protect herself, her people, and her camp. That was the mission. That was the


    line.


    Theresa wasn’t made for the big missions, the grand causes. But the small ones? The daily grind of keeping her people alive?


    That, she would die before she failed.


    With the cleanup finally winding down, Theresa cracked her knuckles, voice ringing out sharp and clear.


    “Alright! Everyone, get over here!” she called out. “We’re re-dividing the supplies, and I’m in charge now. Any objections?”