Chapter 186 No Time Left
Chapter 186 No Time Left
Lucas let out a deep sigh, his expression grave. “You’re right.”
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“If I’m not mistaken,” Theron said, “in the next few years, zombies will only grow stronger, while we, without enough resources to sustain or develop, will only grow weaker. When those powerful city–dwelling zombies finally break free, every camp will be wiped out. At best, we’ve got ten years left to drag this out.”
Theresa’s eyes lit up at Theron’s razor–sharp prediction. <i>This </i>man <i>doesn’t </i><i>just </i><i>see </i><i>far</i><i>–</i><i>he’s </i><i>dead </i><i>urate</i>.
Ten more years, just barely surviving? His insight was so precise, she could almost believe he’d been reborn too.
In truth, there were always those few who could see far ahead. Predicting the future wasn’t hard–anyone with enough cutting–edge information could estimate what wasing. The real challenge was doing something about it. When trends were that overwhelming, personal power alone could never turn the tide.
“I know,” Lucas said quietly, lifting his eyes. “But right now, we’re still too weak. Charging back into the cities would be suicide.”
He could see the direction things were headed too. But Lucas was nothing if not pragmatic. The K1 Camp had barely stabilized with just over 5,000 survivors. They had no real development yet–no secure supply chains, no steady output. Even their logistics were shaky. His camp was still in its infancy;unching an offensive on a city was way beyond what they could handle. One mistake, and he’d be dragging everyst soul in Kl Camp straight to hell.
They simply couldn’t afford it.
“Lucas, time isn’t on our side,” Theron pressed. “All this defensive posturing is just drinking poison to quench your thirst. This is a life–or–death war between humans and zombies. Either they go extinct, or we do. If we want the upper hand, we have to strike now while they’re still weak. If we wait until they fully evolve, we’ll have lost everything. Every second you hesitate, you’re tightening your own noose.”
Lucas stared at him with unnerving calm. “Theron, maybe I am tightening a noose–but you? You’re overdosing on adrenaline. You realize what happens if you fail, right? A battle with no retreat is just a faster road to death. And no one can promise there won’t be a better opportunity down the line.”
Just then, a crisp female voice cut in. “Even a desperate gamble has a shot at turning the tide. And no- there really won’t be another opportunity.”
Theresa rose to her feet and looked squarely at Theron. “You’re right. If humanity wants to regain control, now’s the only time. The zombies are limited in number, for now. The more we kill, the less threat they pose, and the stronger we be.”
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Theresa, still riding high from her deration, lit up at this divine timing. She instantly extended her hand. “Theron, let’s do it. Let’s take the cities back. Wipe out the zombie hordes!”
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Chapter 186 No Time Left
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Lucas watched the scene unfold, feeling a sharp throb in his temple. It was like watching two lunatics try to light the fuse on the end of the world.
Have <i>they </i><i>both </i><i>lost </i><i>their </i>minds<i>!! </i><i>They’re </i><i>talking </i><i>about </i><i>storming </i><i>cities</i><i>–</i><i>now</i>?! <i>Where’s </i>their supply chain? <i>Where’s </i><i>their </i>firepower? Theron has no resources, <i>fine</i><i>, </i><i>let </i>him <i>go </i><i>mad</i>. <i>But </i><i>why </i><i>is </i>Theresa jumping off the deep <i>end </i>with him<i>?! </i>
“Theresa!” Lucas shot to his feet as she moved to shake Theron’s hand. He grabbed her arm and yanked her away from the group.
“What are you doing?” she asked, frowning.
Lucas pulled her into the farthest corner of the space, his hands gripping her shoulders tightly. “Don’t throw your lot in with Theron–this n has almost zero chance of sess! If you go along with it, you’ll die.”
Theresa stared into his eyes, which looked like they were barely holding it together, and gave a small smile. “Lucas, then let me tell you this–Theron’s right. Once the zombies fully evolve, humans won’t have a shot at taking anything back.”
“I want to fight back too,” Lucas said, almost pleading now. “But we don’t have the strength! Just give it a few more years. Let Kl Camp stabilize–build up our output, our supplies, our people. Then we strike. Don’t go crazy with him now.”
But Theresa just shook her head and said tly, “Lucas, I’m telling you–three years from now, the world will be hit by a string of natural disasters. You won’t even get a breather. Do you believe me?”
Lucas froze.
Theresa pushed past him and walked toward the ss window stered with old flyers. Beyond it, zombies pounded endlessly against the ss, their decaying hands smeared across the surface.
“After three years of disasters, the zombies in the cities will fully evolve. When that happens, forget fighting back—just defending ourselves will be a miracle.”