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Kept Woman 535

    Chapter 535 The Canyon Wall


    Chapter 535 The Canyon Wall


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    “Mr. Hershberge runs our camp like a hawk. Nothing inside ever links up with the outside. world. We just wanted to see for ourselves. Perhaps the zombies are gone and things have gotten back to normal… so we snuck out.”


    Lara and L took turns exining, voices low.


    Theresa couldn’t help but wonder, <i>Did </i><i>they </i><i>even realize </i>how <i>insanely </i><i>reckless </i><i>that </i><b><i>was</i></b><b><i>? </i></b><i>If </i><i>Graham </i><i>and </i><i>I </i>hadn’t run <i>into </i><i>them</i><i>, </i><i>they </i><i>would </i><i>already </i><i>be </i><i>dead </i><i>and </i><i>rotting </i><i>in </i><i>that </i><i>ruined </i><i>castle</i>.


    <i>They’re </i><i>not </i><i>terrible </i><i>people</i>, <i>just </i><i>clueless</i>.


    <i>That </i><i>canyon </i><i>of </i><i>theirs </i><i>is </i>like <i>living </i><i>in </i><i>a </i><i>bubble</i>. <i>They </i><i>don’t </i><i>have </i><i>to </i><i>worry </i><i>about </i>zombies, <i>and </i><i>although </i><i>food </i><i>and </i><i>water </i><i>are </i><i>scarce</i>, <i>they’re </i><i>still </i><i>manageable</i><i>. </i><i>Plus</i><i>, </i><i>nobody’s </i><i>breathing </i><i>down </i><i>their </i>necks.


    <i>Compared </i><i>to </i><i>those </i><i>poor </i><i>souls </i><i>who </i><i>fight </i><i>tooth </i><i>and </i><i>nail </i><i>every </i><i>day </i><i>just </i><i>to </i><i>wake </i><i>up </i><i>the </i><i>next </i><i>morning</i>, <b><i>these </i></b>two <i>have </i><i>it </i><i>pretty </i><i>easy</i>.


    Theresa could almost see their point. Living cooped up in one spot for ages, it was only a matter of time before curiosity took over and caution took a backseat.


    She cut in, steering the talk back. “That Herman–any family?”


    “Yeah,” Lara chimed in. “He has a grandson, Asher Hershberge. That poor kid is a bit slow. And a granddaughter, Elsie Hershberge–she was taken into the inner camp.”


    Theresa’s eyes narrowed. “That’s the recruitment you mentioned?”


    “Exactly,” Lara confirmed quickly. “Every six months, they pull people from the outer camp. Whoever gets chosen, their family gets loaded with supplies. Everyone fights tooth and nail to be picked.”


    “So, why not you two?” Theresa asked bluntly.


    “The requirements are pretty strict. They’ve been hiring only people with special abilities for the


    <i>past </i>few


    years. Unfortunately, we don’t have any,” Lara admitted, her voice dull.


    Theresa pressed, “What happens once they go inside? Any idea?”


    L shook her head. “No one knows. We’re not even supposed to ask. Mr. Hershberge just said families get a voice recording every six months–<i>a </i>brief message, always the same, saying everything’s fine.”


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    Theresa’s curiosity only grew. <i>Every </i><i>half </i><i>year</i><i>, </i><i>they </i><i>send </i><i>people </i><i>in </i><i>and </i><i>poof</i>–<i>gone</i>. The only <i>thing </i><b><i>that </i></b><ies </i><i>back </i><i>is </i><i>some </i><i>chirpy </i><i>little </i><i>recording </i><i>saying </i><i>everything’s </i><i>great</i>. <i>That </i><i>smells </i>fishy as hell.


    Plus, <i>that </i><i>whole </i><i>“</i>no <i>zombies </i><i>inside</i>, <i>only </i><i>outside</i><i>” </i><i>thing</i><i>? </i><i>Oh</i>, please. <i>Like </i>I’m supposed to believe <i>that’s </i><b>just </b><i>luck</i>.


    Her armored car barreled toward the canyon, engine growling.


    Shouts hit them before the camp even came into view.


    “Go away!”


    “This is ournd!”


    “No outsiders allowed!”


    “Leave!”


    Dozens of ragged figures stood in the way, holding spears, forks, and any other sticks they could make sharp. They looked more like cavemen than survivors.


    Standing in their way was Sage’s crew, rifles slung over their shoulders and faces showing clear annoyance. It was like predators eyeing their prey.


    Thousand–strong, the canyon folk might’ve outnumbered them, but all they had was fury in their eyes and curses on their lips.


    Drew shouted, “Come on, people! Drop your toys and use your heads. We’ve already cleared two cities of zombies. My boss wants to take you <i>to </i>a safe zone, so don’t risk it all!”


    “Screw your safe zone!” a wiry old man roared back. His face was deeply lined, but his expression was resolute. “This is our home. We don’t need rescuing. Get out!”


    The old man scoffed inwardly. <i>Safe </i><i>zone</i><i>? </i><i>What </i><i>a </i><i>joke</i>.


    <i>We’re </i><i>already </i><i>safe </i><i>here</i><i>. </i><i>No </i><i>one </i><i>invited </i><i>these </i><i>clowns </i><i>to </i><i>crash </i><i>in</i><i>, </i><i>as </i><i>if </i><i>they’re </i><i>the </i><i>answer </i><i>to </i><i>everything</i>. It’s <i>the </i><i>d</i><i>*</i><i>mn </i><i>apocalypse</i>. <i>Who </i><i>knows </i><i>what’s </i><i>really </i><i>happening </i><i>out </i><i>there</i><i>? </i>


    <i>Two </i><i>whole </i><i>cities </i><i>clear </i><i>of </i><i>zombies</i>? <i>Please</i><i>. </i><i>There </i><i>are </i><i>millions </i><i>of </i><i>dead </i><i>on </i><i>those </i><i>streets</i><i>. </i><i>No </i><i>way </i><i>they </i><i>clear </i><i>everything</i><i>. </i>


    <i>This </i><i>is </i><i>nothing </i><i>but </i><i>a </i><i>scam</i><i>–</i><i>outsiders </i><i>trying </i><i>to </i><i>force </i><i>their </i><i>way </i><i>in </i><i>and </i><i>take </i><i>our </i><ind</i>.


    “Get out!<i>” </i>


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    Then an armored car screeched into the canyon, swerving to a stop right between the two sides. Dust kicked high as every eye turned.


    The door mmed open.


    Lara and L climbed out first.


    “Lara! L!” The elderly man, Herman Hershberge, standing at the center of the crowd, stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes went wide as recognition dawned on him. <i>Wait</i><i>… </i><i>aren’t </i><i>those </i><i>our </i><i>people</i><i>? </i>


    “Mr. Hershberge?” Lara said quietly, her shame evident in every syble. “It’s us.”


    “You’re alive? Where did you vanish to, and where’s everyone else?” His voice trembled with


    anger.


    The two dropped their heads, guilt written across their faces. They couldn’t bring themselves to look him in the eye.
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