Chapter 206 Clearing the Old Town.
Chapter 206 Clearing the Old Town
“You have a point. They’ve only just taken the easiest spots—the High–Tech District and the old town. <b>The </b>real challenge is still ahead of them. Let’s just wait and see.”
“Yeah, let’s hope Hope Camp hasn’t joined yet. We’ll decide after they do. No rush.”
“And spring’s almost here. We should really be focusing our strength on production.”
“You’re right about that.”
camps came to a consensus–wait and see. After all<b>, </b>After rounds of discussion, the mid–sized and smaller the cold snap had finally passed, and it hadn’t just been hard on them; it had also suppressed the zombies. The zing Sun Alliance’s sess in clearing them out had a lot to <i>do </i>with the weather.
But with spring around the corner and temperatures rising, the zombies would be more agile, harder to deal with. So, they decided to hold off. Focus on restarting production at their camps and getting some crops in the ground.
On thend of Avalon, people had an almost obsessive connection to the soil. Unlike other countries where survivors might prioritize scavenging, here, once things stabilized even slightly<b>, </b>the first instinct was always to farm, to rebuild.
Theresa and her team had fought underground for two days and two nights straight. They sessfully lured all the zombies within a 500–yard radius of the old town into their ambush zones and wiped them out, wave after wave.
Bennie had no idea they’d discovered the old town’s hidden tunnels. The entire team had hidden inside,unching ambushes from multiple exits. Whenever things got dicey, they’d retreat and strike from another angle. That tactic made this urban assault surprisingly easy–so easy, in fact, that not a single one of them got hurt. They didn’t even need to return to base between attacks. With the tunnels as shelter, they could keep going through the night.
Theresa had taken another major sector–and a critical one at that. When the time came to push into the northern district, these old town tunnels would be a permanent foothold.
Once the area was secure, she ordered the main force to sweep through and collect supplies. The old town had once been amercial district, and its inventory was staggering–nothing like the half–abandoned real estate blocks they’d cleared in the High–Tech District. Here, there were tea shops, specialty stores, porcin boutiques, jewelry stands, clothing shops, and of course, food vendors.
Of course<b>, </b>it had already been more than eight months since the apocalypse began, so any short–shelf–life food had long since spoiled. But they could still salvage long–life goods–bottled water, instant noodle vacuum–packed snacks, chips, biscuits, jerky, dried goods of all kinds. Since it had been a tourist–<b>heavy </b>area, there wasn’t much in the way of staple foods–just lots of specialty snacks.
That actually worked in Theresa’s favor. She didn’tck for grain or staples. What she needed were <b>snacks </b>and preserved goods. This haul was a windfall.
She left her people to secure the area and headed out toward Parkson Drugs.
Chapter 206 Clearing the Old Town
“I’ll <b>go </b>with you,” Kyle said immediately, seeing she was nning to <b>head </b>out alone,
“No need. I’ll be quick–just in and out. If anything happens, I can get away,” Theresa <b>replied </b><b>inly </b>
Parkson Drugs wasn’t far, sitting right on the edge of their cleared zone. With her ability <b>to </b><b>teleport</b><b>, </b><b>even </b>if she ran into a zombie horde, she could escape easily. She wasn’t going there to fight, just <b>to </b><b>grab </b>supplies. Taking someone else would only make more noise.
Kyle’s eyes held concern. “Just be careful.”
“Get back to work. Make sure the inventory is sorted.”
“Got it.”
Theresa headed off alone, her katana slung across her back, making her way toward Parkson Drugs.
Once she stepped out of the old town perimeter, she found herself at a crossroads of wide, empty <b>roads</b>. The snow had started to melt, though thickyers of ice still clung to the shaded corners. The <b>streets </b><b>were </b>cold and lifeless, abandoned cars scattered like forgotten memories, and everything was eerily quiet.
A few stray zombies asionally darted out, but under Theresa’s released mind power<b>, </b>they <b>were </b>all dispatched with a single swing of her de.
Focused and precise, she made her way down a main avenue. Across the road and slightly to the left<b>, </b><b>she </b>spotted Parkson Drugs.
But there was a problem–the ce was crawling with zombies.
“Aargh-”
“Aargh-”
“Aargh”
A huge horde had gathered outside the pharmacy, pounding furiously against its ss storefront. Across the wide road, wrecked carsy in thenes, and stray zombies shuffled among the debris.
Theresa thought she’d stepped into a post–apocalyptic movie set–urban decay, death, and the scent of rot everywhere.
“Aargh-”
From behind her, a female zombie lunged. Its head tilted unnaturally, hair curled in loose waves<b>, </b><b>a </b>long spaghetti–strap dress hanging crooked from its gaunt frame. A kitchen knife jutted from its shoulder, the wooden handle streaked with a trail of dark, congealed blood.