Chapter 140 Theresa’s Offer


    Yet conducting this kind of research required high-tech equipment and a properboratory-an unrealistic expectation in K1 Camp, where even basic necessities were scarce.


    Upon entering Kl Camp, all neers were required to dere their previous upations. The camp prioritized medical personnel, agricultural experts, and physically capable individuals who could engage inbat with the zombies. Anyone with useful, hands-on skills was quickly put to work.


    As for those engaged in advanced scientific research, they were seen as having little to no practical value by the residents of Kl Camp. There was nowhere for them to fit in.


    While K1 Camp overlooked their worth, Theresa recognized their true potential. They were precisely the kind of people she’d been looking for.


    With a light squeeze of his student’s hand, Hugo Wagner turned to Theresa and offered a courteous smile. “We appreciate your kindness, Miss. Rest assured, we will not be any trouble to your camp.”


    Aware that their knowledge was no longer prized in this brutal reality, he feared they’d be dismissed as expendable. Rushing to protect them, he aimed to ease her worries.


    Much to his surprise, she addressed them firmly, “Everyone, follow me. I’ll make sure you keep working or your research-and I promise, there’ll be meat with every meal!”


    Hugo blinked in disbelief. The others did, too. Everyone was caught off guard.


    “Officer, are you establishing a research institute? Is Kl Camp finally going to put our skills to use?”


    Theresa smiled softly. “I’m Theresa Hall, head of zing Sun Camp. I need you, and I’m taking you all with me.”


    Everyone stood in stunned silence as they realized Theresa was the administrator of another camp.


    Her promise was simple: threeplete meals a day, meat at every one. They’d only need to dedicate themselves to research, and she’d take care of getting the equipment for them.


    With uncertainty hanging in the air, they exchanged nces before finally looking to Hugo for guidance.


    After a long moment of thought, Hugo finally spoke. “Ms. Hall, some of us have family with us.”


    “How many, and who are they?”


    Hugo took Theresa to their living space, where six middle-aged women, three eight-year-old children, and an old woman in her sixties were gathered.


    They were all busy working-sewing torn clothes, fixing worn bags, and doing basic crafts to earn some


    money.


    Theresa looked around and nodded. “I’ll take them too-but they must work once they’re in my camp. I don’t support those who don’t contribute.”


    He nodded. “I agree with you-but realistically, what can our families do to contribute?”


    “There’s plenty they can do! We’ve got farm work, livestock work, and a wide range of other tasks. As long as they’re willing to work, there’s a ce for everyone. I promise-pull your weight, and you’ll get white rice and meat with every meal, plus snacks and clean clothes.”


    For a moment, the dullness in Hugo’s eyes vanished, reced by a sudden spark of hope.


    Disbelief hung in the air as all eyes settled on Theresa.


    White rice and meat with every meal, plus snacks and clean clothes? Is she describing heaven or what?


    After a bit of conversation, only three members of the group of eighteen opted not to join.


    The couple remained skeptical. Theresa’s ims seemed far too optimistic. In a world ravaged by scarcity -and with K1 Camp being the most established settlement they had encountered-it was hard to believe any camp could truly provide meat with every meal.


    They had finally found a sense of stability at Kl Camp. The man’s strength secured his ce with the construction team, even if his friends weren’t epted. After careful thought, the couple decided to stay. With an eight-year-old daughter to care for, they felt it was safer to avoid unnecessary risks.


    “Professor, we’re staying. You know my wife’s condition isn’t great. We’ve found a steady life here, and we’d rather not risk it,” the man exined.


    Hugo shook his head. “Josiah, if your wife’s condition is fragile, that’s exactly why we need to go. I believe Ms. Hall’s camp will take good care of us. Let’s not miss out.”


    “Professor, can you really guarantee everything she’s promised? Jobs, food, and a ce to live? We just don’t want to risk everything on empty words.”


    “Go ahead without us,” Josiah Klein’s wife snapped. “Don’t drag Josiah into this mess. He’s suffered enough because of you all.”


    Irritation red among the others, but Hugo cut through the tension with calm authority. “That’s enough. Everyone has their own path to follow. Let’s go.”


    “Get going! If it weren’t for tagging my husband along with you, he wouldn’t be struggling. We’d be much better off without all of you!” she hissed.


    Theresa leaned against the doorway, casually looking in after overhearing the conversation.