Chapter 187 The zing Sun Alliance
Chapter 187 The zing Sun Alliance
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“The world won’t give you time to catch your breath. If you want the upper hand, you’ve only got these three years. You grit your teeth and throw everything you’ve got into pushing back–or when the time is up, you’ll be out of resources, facing evolved zombies, and you’ll never get control again.”
More importantly, Theresa had the system on her side. The more zombies she killed, the stronger her camp became. The fate of humanity could truly change–right now.
Lucas stood frozen, staring at her. She stood there with her arms crossed, calm andmanding, as if she had the whole world beneath her feet. Her words echoed in his mind. She’d said the next three years would be pure disaster–no breathing room, no reprieve. If they didn’t fight back now, there would be no chanceter.
If it had been anyone else, he would’ve dismissed it without hesitation. But it was Theresa. And that made his heart pound.
<i>“</i>But we’re talking about the cities,” he said. “Do you have the supplies for that? Theron doesn’t have anything!”
Theresa nodded without hesitation. Her camp had already achieved a stable output. The residents were continuing to produce, and it was more than enough to support her zombie–hunting missions.
“Lucas, join me. I’ll support your whole squad.”
After all, every city they took would be hers. The rewards would be massive. Covering a bit of food to feed his team while they helped her fight? That was a steal. Even hiring mercenaries wouldn’t be this cost- effective.
Lucas still frowned deeply, his brows knit in thought. After a long silence, he finally suggested, “Can you just hold off for a bit? This is big. Fighting city zombies is something every survivor camp should be involved in. Let me send a message over the radio–see what others think. Alright?”
Theresa considered it, then nodded. “Alright. Just tell them–whoever’s willing to help me reim a city, I’ll support them! And I’m offering ten gleamstones per vial of Evoloid!”
Lucas stared incredulously at her. “You’re really dead set on this.”
Theresa stepped closer. “If you don’t believe me, just wait and see. This winter’s going to drag on until mid–April. And right after that, a drought’sing.”
With that, she turned and left, heading back toward the gathering point.
Lucas stood there, staring at her back, unable to shake the words from his mind. <i>Winter </i><isting </i><i>until </i><i>mid- </i>April<i>, </i><i>followed </i><i>by </i><i>drought</i><i>. </i><i>It’s </i><i>already </i><ite </i><i>January</i><i>… </i>
When Theresa returned, she went straight to Theron and began discussing their assault ns–how to attack, when to begin, how they’d divide resources afterward. They came to an agreement: Theresa would supply food and cover all of Theron’s team’s expenses during the attack. Any loot they gathered would be split fifty–fifty<i>–</i><i>but </i>thend they reimed would belong to Theresa.
“Fifty–fifty on supplies, sure. But the cities themselves? All yours? No way.”
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Chapter 187 The zing Sun Alliance
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“How about this–we form an alliance. Independent, non–interfering. We fight together, share space in the cities, and I’ll provide you with full ally privileges,” Theresa offered, pulling out a bag of pasta from her backpack. “One gleamstone per pound. I’ll sell it to your camp and keep you all fed.”
Theron’s eyes lit up. He fell into deep thought, clearly tempted–but not convinced. This setup made it sound like he’d just be working for her. Outsourced muscle with no real gain. Sure, she’d provide food, but she’d walk away with the best rewards. That didn’t sit right with him.
Theresa pulled out one more item–a vial of clear liquid.
Theron took it, and this time his eyes went wide. “What’s this?<b>” </b>
Theresa met his gaze and said calmly, “Evoloid.”
Thirty secondster, Theron was gripping the vial like it was a holy relic. He locked eyes with her. “Lucas said you were the real deal. I can see that now. So, what do we call our alliance?”
Theresa smiled. “zing Sun Alliance.”
A few hourster, daylight broke. With the sun came movement–the leading edge of the zombie horde began to scatter, with only around two hundred left circling the mall, still mming against the doors and wailing.
Lucas ordered his people to the upper floors and had them throw grenade–rigged bait toward a nearby building.
With a thunderous <i>boom</i>, half the remaining zombies were lured away by the st.
Lucas moved fast. He had the main doors opened and gave a strict order: no guns. They used des and abilities to ughter the stragglers in silence. Within ten minutes, the area was clear.
Everyone loaded into the vehicles and pulled out.
Before leaving, Theron epted a battery–powered radio from Theresa, memorized the frequency, and returned to his camp.
As for Lucas, his convoy headed back toward Kl Camp. On the way, they paused at a familiar fork in the road to deliver 1,000 sets of clothing to the people at Haven Camp.