Chapter 380 An Unwee Surprise
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It made sense–the vast majority of their casualties had been from the upper three floors. The elites at the bottom levels hade out unscathed.
For a privately run camp like this, as long as the powerholders remained untouched, everything else was secondary. Ordinary people were simply resources to be exploited. Lose one crop of them, and a new batch would grow.
Theresa said nothing as she watched the bustlingmoners on the first and second floors. The third floor looked almost unchanged. The fourth, however, surprised her–theboratory she had destroyedst time hadn’t been rebuilt. The entire section was now cordoned off as a restricted zone.
“You haven’t restarted work here?” she asked bluntly.
“Mmh. Dr. Klein is still recovering. All his experiments have been suspended,” Morgan replied.
Her eyes lit up. “How’s he doing?”
“He’s been resting for a long time. He should be close to fully healed.”
“I need to see him,” she said immediately.
Morgan hesitated. “He might not be eager to see you.”
“Are you taking me or not? If not, I’ll turn around and go home.” She made as if to leave.
“I’ll take you,” he said quickly.
In the fourth–floor luxury recovery wing, Horace had just finished thest sip of his medicine, hisplexion looking visibly brighter.
“Dr. Klein, rest for a few more days. Don’t think about your research yet. Start some light rehab exercises, and I believe you’ll be fully recovered soon,” the camp’s doctor advised.
With the help of the medical staff, Horace carefully swung his legs over the side of the bed, lowering his feet to the floor. They slowly let go, allowing him to stand on his own.
It had been so long since he’d gotten out of bed that the solid weight of his body pressing into the ground felt almost foreign. The joy on his face was unmistakable–he was healing. He was finally going to be whole again<b>. </b>
Then a voice he knew all too well rang out.
“Hey, old man, I’m back!”
Horace froze.
<i>Bam</i><i>! </i>
The door to his recovery room was kicked open. Theresa stormed in, leading a whole pack of dogs.
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The massive military dogs filled the space with an oppressive presence. But the real pressure came from the person holding their leashes–the one face he never wanted to see again.
“Happy to see me, old man?” she asked.
Horace promptly coughed up a mouthful of blood, his legs buckled beneath him, and he copsed to the floor.
“Dr. Klein!”
“Dr. Klein!”
The barking continued, echoing through the room.
Ten minutester. Theresa walked out with her dogs, looking disappointed. “Honestly, why’d he get so excited to see me? At his age, he should know better than to let his emotions get the better of him. How disappointing.”
Everyone stared at her in silence.
Looks like I’ll have to visit more often, make sure he gets better faster,” she added.
A male voice came from behind her. “If you want to visit Dr. Klein, you’re wee anytime. I’d be happy to have you.”
Turning, she found Morgan smiling at her, clearly pleased with himself, and she fell silent.
After visiting Horace, Theresa finally stepped onto the fifth floor of the bunker for the first time. It wasn’t at all what she had imagined. Nearly 80% of the level was sealed off, leaving only a small portion for living
and leisure
What remained wasvish–an artificialke and swimming pool, a gym, ballroom, entertainment halls, a gourmet food court, and five–star suites. Overhead, a massive digital screen projected a live view of the sky outside, <b>making </b>it feel anything but confined.
The opulence here shed so sharply with the upper floors that it felt like stepping back into the bustling world before the apocalypse
Her boots <b>sank </b>into the thick wood carpet lining the street as she followed Morgan to a grand dining hall. Avish feast had already beenid out.
“You must be hungry. Let’s eat first,’ he said with a smile.
The table was piled high with dishes–creamy chicken, butter garlic fish, barbecue ribs, kebabs…
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Morgan eyed the spread of dishes, already imagining the look on Theresa’s face when she saw them.
Coming from outside, there was no way she’d have eaten food of this quality. He would start by showing her the difference through the meal alone–surely then she’d want to stay.
And Theresa’s eyes did light up when she saw the ingredients. “Huh, you’re all eating pretty well.”
Almost on par with her camp’s average standard.
That was actually impressive.
Hearing that, Morgan couldn’t help looking a little proud. He nodded. “You couldn’t have gotten food like this at your brother’s ce. Here, we have plenty. Eat as much as you want.”
Theresa only gave him a t look.
Morgan pped his hands, and attendants came in carrying severalrge tubs of dog food. “I saw you brought quite a few dogs. I had someone check the stores–turns out we’ve been holding onto a batch of dog food. Perfect for them.” He wore the expression of someone both attentive and generous.
The moment he’d seen her arrive with dogs, he’d made sure to prepare it. Supplies were plentiful here: finding dog food had been easy.
She probably doesn’t have <i>dog </i><i>food </i><i>back </i>at <i>her </i><i>ce</i><i>, </i>he thought smugly. <i>Maybe </i><i>scraps </i>at best. She’s going to be thrilled when she sees this<i>. </i>
Instead, all he got from Theresa was, “Oh, sure, whatever. They’ll make do.”
Morgan’s smile froze. Make do? <i>With </i><i>dog </i><i>food</i><i>? </i><i>What’s </i><i>there </i><i>to </i><i>make </i><i>do </i><i>about</i>?
Theresa, Quentin, and the dogs ate a simple, rough meal. She’d known the outside world’s conditions were worse, <b>but </b>this? Garbage. And this man still had the nerve to invite her over and over again. Please.
Still, she had to admit–more than two and a half years into the apocalypse, aside from her alliance, only the Ark Camps could still put out this much meat and produce. They’d managed to start production again -hydroponic crops, a few farm animals–reserved solely for the elites. No one else could dream of eating like this. In that sense, it was decent.
But for her, expecting a grand, luxurious getaway and getting this instead felt disappointing. The world outside her camp just didn’t measure up.
Morgan, oblivious to her thoughts, was certain this was the most extravagant meal she’d had since the world fell apart.
After dinner, Theresa went to the room he’d arranged for her
If the food hadn’t impressed her, the amodations did A luxury suite on par with a five–star hotel- top–quality bedding, an oversized soaking tub with round–the–clock hot water, a refrigerator stocked with drinks, sodas, cakes, and snacks, plus a microwave
Compared to the shared dormitories with no bathrooms or kitchens on the upper floors, it was a world