Chapter <b>221 </b>The Secret Weapon
More than a week passed. At Hope Camp….
“Listen up, dumb*<b>sses</b>! This is the zing Sun Alliance! We’re about to enter the northern <b>district </b><b>and </b>expect to take full control within the month. The zing Sun Alliance wees wise minds <b>at </b><b>all </b><b>times </b>We treat smaller camps with kindness, our people are united and warmhearted, full of life, <b>energy</b><b>, </b><b>and </b>zing passion…”
Bennie fell silent.
If Theresa hadn’t made that public announcement two weeks ago, dering all–out war on Summitit <b>Camp </b>and swallowing them whole, he might’ve actually believed all that flowery nonsense about warmth <b>and </b>unity.
Give me <i>a </i>break–<i>zing </i>Sun <i>Alliance </i><i>is </i><i>just </i><i>a </i><i>den </i><i>of </i><i>bandits</i><i>! </i>
Still, Bennie had nothing to say about her rough methods anymore. Because while her attitude was ruthless, her results were hard to argue with.
They were alreadyunching their offensive on the city’s northern district.
And these people–Theresa’s people–were doing something extraordinary. Step by step, they were clearing out the city’s zombies, reiming territory, and gradually reducing the threat posed by over a million undead swarming the region.
If no one cleaned them up, those zombies were a ticking time bomb. Every inch they advanced, every corpse they burned, meant fewer threats in the future. It was grueling work withsting impact.
But Bennie had his doubts. First, the weather was heating up–it was no longer the cold surge of February or March. The chill had slowed the zombies down before, making them easier to eliminate. But now, every day was hotter than thest. And the warmer it got, the faster and more aggressive the zombies became.
And second–the northern district wasn’t small. It had once been home to over 200,000 people. If Theresa really nned to push toward the city center, she’d inevitably run into massive zombie hordes.
She had a few camps fighting alongside her: K1 Camp with around 500 people, Ember Camp with roughly 400, plus her own zing Sun Camp and another smaller one. Altogether, just over a thousand fighters.
One thousand against over 200,000? Either she was insane, or she had some kind of hidden ace up her sleeve.
“All of you, spray this before heading out! And keep two capsules in your mouth. If a zombie gets too close, bite down and crush <i>it</i><i>–</i><i>hard</i><i>!</i><i>” </i>
“Yes, ma’am!”
Theresa had handed out the newest invention from Tania–zombie–repellent mist and pr capsules. Both were the result of countless iterations and tests, using none other than Quei<b>. </b>primary test subject.
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Now<b>, </b><b>every </b>member of the zing Sun Alliance was armed with this cutting–edge weaponry. As foon 40 <b>they </b>were geared up<b>, </b>the troopsunched their assault on the city’s <b>core</b>.
And it didn’t take long for the effect to show.
Everyone quickly realized that this new spray Theresa brought back was a game–changer<b>. </b>
On the front line, Graham was luring a small group of zombies away from a residential area <b>when </b><b>he </b>identally triggered a massive horde. Zombies swarmed from every directioti..
Dave sprinted toward their ambush point, yelling for backup as zombies pounced from both sides. <b>But </b>Graham noticed something strange–the moment the zombies closed in, they each froze for a second <b>or </b>
two.
It was just one or two seconds, but it was enough for him to break through.
Just as he was nearing the ambush point, a strength–type mutant zombie suddenly leapt out and tackled<b>. </b>him hard, pinning him to the ground. Its foul breath hit his <b>face </b>as it lunged for his neck.
Under the crushing force of the mutant, Graham could barely move. But in that sh of desperation, <b>he </b>remembered what was in his mouth.
Theresa had given it to him–hisst resort.
He bit down hard, and a st of thick medicinal vapor burst from his mouth, coating the air around <b>them</b><b>. </b>The moment it hit, the mutant zombie froze–just for a moment.
<i>Thunk</i>!
A trident spear drove straight through its skull.
Graham, saved by a hair, managed ast–second kill.
“Graham! Move!”
Dave reached him just in time, grabbed his arm, and dragged him back into the safety of their ambush
zone.
The horde chased them in, but it was toote. They were faced with a barrage of ability attacks.
Boom<i>! </i>Boom<i>! </i><i>Boom</i><i>! </i>
Boom<i>–</i>boom<i>–</i><i>boom</i><i>–</i>boom<i>! </i>
Boom<i>! </i><i>Boom</i><i>! </i><i>Boom</i><i>! </i>
The zombies were annihted in waves.
Inside the safety zone, Graham’s heart pounded wildly.
“Dude, that was insane! You took out a mutant zombie!”
Graham shook his head hard and opened his mouth. More of that thick vapor rolled out <b>as </b><b>he </b>whooped, amped up, “It was the capsule! Theresa’s capsule saved me! I bit down on it, and the zombie froze for just