Chapter 189 One More for the Alliance
Chapter 189 One More for the Alliance
Lucas <b>fell </b>silent.
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Theresa had always thought Bennie was a coward. Sharp–minded, sure. A capable calctor of risk and reward. But that was precisely what made him so short–sighted. His vision never extended beyond what was absolutely safe.
ording to his models, fighting to reim the cities wasn’t worth it, so he simply hunkered down and focused on internal development. Even though he had ounted for evolving zombies and uing natural disasters in his simtions, he stillcked the courage to take action.
Instead, he curled up in his camp, trimming down the poption, turning it into a closed–off clique of so- called elites. His goal wasn’t to defeat the zombies, but to outlive every other camp. As long as Hope Camp survived longer and remained stronger than the others, that was victory enough for him.
To Bennie, this wasn’t a war between humanity and the undead–it was a race between camps. And as long as his camp ousted the rest, he’d consider it a win. That mindset, no matter how capable his ability or how talented his team, made him <b>a </b>coward at heart.
He shunned anything remotely risky like the gue. The soft underbelly of capital had taken root in him,pletely and utterly. So, Theresa had never once taken that cold, calcting administrator seriously. Taking him down would be easy. No need to show him respect. If she had more power, he’d retreat out of instinct, too scared to even breathe loudly.
People like him weren’t worth listening to. Besides, Theresa knew better than anyone how hard it would be to reim a city. But just because something was hard didn’t mean it shouldn’t be done.
<i>When </i>the ship sinks, no one stays dry.
She stood up and walked to the telescope mounted on the top floor of her tower, peering toward the distant boundary of the city. From far, far away, she thought she could hear the low, demonic moans of the zombies lurking in the ruins.
She’d never been a saint, never been pure. But this time around, she wasn’t here to be silent or safe. She was who she was–Theresa Hall. And if she got a second chance at life, then by God, she was going to flip the world upside down.
Just then, her radio buzzed to life again with Lucas‘ voice. “Theresa, I told my grandfather about what you’re doing. He said you’re the real deal. And if I don’t join you, he would disown me and make you his granddaughter instead. So here it–is–Kl Camp is officially joining the zing Sun Alliance,”
Theresa immediately turned away from the telescope, her eyes gleaming.
Ding–<i>One </i>new allied camp added<i>.</i><i>” </i>
Three dayster, under a cloudless blue sky….
“Groooaaaar…”
“Graaaahhh…”
Chapter 189 One More for the Alliance
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A single zombie staggered through the stairwell of a residential building, ravenous and aimless. It wore a pair of floral summer beach shorts and a filthy white tank top, stained with dark brown gore. Its chest was hollowed out—liver and kidney’s long gone, half its heart chewed away, with unmistakable bite marks at the edge. Its intestines dragged behind it, teeth marks still fresh where they’d been ripped open.
Thankfully, it was winter. The blizzards and subzero temperatures had finally driven away the clouds of flies, and even the maggots had dwindled. One foot wore a flip–flop. The other was tangled in a second flip–flop stuck around its ankle, making its movements jerky and uneven.
Still, it trudged forward with dogged persistence–because…
Hungry. So hungry. I’m starving<i>! </i>
Finally, it caught a scent. The delicious aroma of fresh flesh–no amount of thick winter clothing could hide it.
The beach–shorts zombie jerked its neck toward the source. Sure enough, a man in abat suit was standing just down the hall, his body radiating heat and life.
“Graaah!”
Its dull, milky–white eyes suddenly gleamed with bloodlust. With a wild screech, itunched forward, dragging the slipper behind it as it sprinted full tilt at the man.
Behind it, dozens–then hundreds–more sensed the presence of living prey.
The entire neighborhood erupted as a tidal wave of zombies flooded out from every corridor, stairwell, and crumbling room, stampeding in the same direction.
As they surged closer–barely ten feet away–the man finally turned and bolted.
He wasn’t alone. From several other apartment blocks, more men came bursting into the street, each one leading a frenzied mob behind them.
It was a coordinated draw.
On top of a nearby vehicle, a woman stood with a pair of binocrs. She tracked the lead runner–once he crossed a specific point, she lifted her hand. “Pull!”
-At hermand, a steel cable whipped up from the second floors of two abandoned buildings nking
the street.
In an instant, the beach–shorts zombie at the front of the horde was decapitated. Its thin neck, strained from the sprint, was cleanly sliced in two by the steel cable stretched taut across the street.
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