Chapter 161 The Price of Shortsightedness
Chapter 161 The Price of Shortsightedness
How could they have been so stupid? So blind?
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Josiah’s wife couldn’t stop the shame from burning across her face whenever she remembered how she used to mock Theresa. The memory was like a p she gave herself over and over.
Back then, they’d had a chance. A real shot at something better. And they blew it.
Now, night after sleepless night, regret gnawed at them.
They’d practically turned green with envy and blue with regret.
While life in KI Camp was a daily grind of hardship, folks in zing Sun Camp were fighting just as hard, but with purpose.
“Time to set up the greenhouses!” someone hollered. “Let’s go, people–we’ve got to get all of them done by the end of the week!”
Theresa was already on site early that morning. Hugo had given her the news before sunrise–they’d finished the first batch of high–polymer stic greenhouses.
As soon as the materials rolled in, everyone pitched in.
Even Yuki came out to help with the framework.
As camp leader, Theresa made sure she was there to supervise–and pitch in herself.
By midday, a quarter of the farnd had been covered with greenhouse structures.
“Seven days left in the month. Can we really finish them all in time?” she asked, surveying the rows of crops now protected by the new structures.
Hugo gave a firm nod. “We’ll get it done. I promise.”
“Excellent,” Theresa said with a pleased smile. “Everyone, keep up the great work! We’ll be handing out bonuses at the end of the year!”
Cheers rang out.
The boost in morale was immediate–people worked faster, harder, with a fire in their bellies.
zing Sun Camp now had 46 residents. Except for a few, like Hugo, working on research, everyone else had a role in production.
Production came first. Always.
In the apocalypse<b>, </b>camps failed not because of zombies, but because they couldn’t sustain themselves.
The earlier a camp could establish a working production line, the more stable and self–sufficient it became.
But that was easier said than done.
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In the beginning<b>, </b><b>every </b>camp was just <b>a </b>patchwork setup thrown together in panic. Locations were chosen based on how far <b>they </b>were from zombic swarms and whether there was any sort of barrier–natural or manmade.
That meant farnd was scarce. Survivors poured in, and there simply wasn’t enough room–or time<b>–</b>to <b>grow </b>anything.
Everyone was too busy surviving to even think about nting crops.
And then came the weather.
Next year would mark the beginning of three brutal years of extreme climate.
Theresa had lived through it all in her previous life–ten long years of apocalypse survival. And that kind of experience gave her a vision nobody else had.
While the rest could barely n a week ahead, she could see ten years into the future.
Those three years of hellish weather destroyed every hope the camps had of getting production off the ground. They all missed the early window of rtive peace–the one chance to build up supplies.
By the time the climate finally eased up, it was already toote.
The zombies had evolved.
Hordes poured out of abandoned cities<b>, </b>each wave deadlier than thest. Camps were too busy fending them off to even think about nting or harvesting. And even if they could spare the manpower, farming required time–time they no longer had.
That’s why no one ever managed to get ahead. Every camp, from start to finish, was buried under a mountain of shortages.
But Theresa was determined to break the cycle!
She looked out over the camp she was building with her own hands.
This time, while the world.was still in its early lull, she would turn zing Sun Camp into a fortress.
A real stronghold–with a steady stream of food, meat, vegetables, and grain. A self–sufficient ecosystem with walls strong enough to hold back anything that came their way.
Even evolved zombies.
“Long live Theresa<b>!</b>”
“Long live Theresa!”
“Long live Theresa<b>!</b>”
After inspecting the greenhouses and helping finish a few herself, Theresa returned to her bunker.
She’d sent Kyle to help coordinate the builds for the next few days. As for her, she had other ns.
She was going to expand the camp’s borders.
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If a zombie horde ever came, her radar system would catch them long before they reached her gates.
“Summer! Lucky! Cash! Buddy! Max! Let’s roll out!”
With her loyal dogs and her armored car, Theresa hit the road.
She drove fast, pushing the armored vehicle through abandoned stretches of highway.
Just like before, she marked the camp’s borders herself.
The dogs sprinted through fields and side roads, helping her scout and secure thend.
By the time she finished circling the wide swath ofnd near the old Ansford route, she turned her attention to the highway up ahead.