LOGINEarly the next morning, after eating the pork offal rice noodles prepared by my mother, Elara Quinn, I felt warm all over and got ready to head out for work.Since childhood, Kairo Quinn had always loved being my little shadow. Kevin Keane and Evan Olson also said they wanted to tag along and have a look.Mirelle King specially told me to leave Little Sweet Potato at home so they could continue their cordial and friendly exchange regarding the Evolution Fruit.Passing by the door, I saw my grandfather still watering the soybean tree. I couldn’t help but wonder if this tree was truly a god of sleep, slumbering ever since it sprouted. Considering the withered tree in my space had already grown quite a few branches and leaves, it was really frustrating that this tree hadn’t shown any signs of life.Evan Olson drove the car. Because the base was so massive and officials were still working around the clock to clear large areas of mutated plants, we had to take several detours before finall
Francis Grant’s fingertips traced the smooth, slightly cool peel of the tangerine. After a moment of hesitation, he raised his hand and peeled back the thin, resilient skin.Sweet, clear juice instantly seeped through his fingers. He took a small bite, and a rich, sugary aroma exploded on the tip of his tongue.There was not a trace of sourness, nor any hint of rot. It was even sweeter and more refreshing than the tangerines from before the apocalypse, brimming with the vibrant essence of fresh produce.Francis paused mid-chew. He raised an eyebrow slightly, a flicker of astonishment surging in the depths of his eyes as his fingers subconsciously tightened around the fruit.He handed the rest of the tangerine to Samuel Summers beside him. "You guys try some too. It’s rare to get fruit this fresh."Then, he turned back to me and cut straight to the chase. "Miss Quinn, what kind of compensation are you looking for?"I raised an eyebrow, my eyes sparkling with the look of someone hatchin
On the walls of Kensington Base, the setting sun was slowly sinking. An afterglow of interwoven orange and molten gold filled the western sky, coating the heavy walls and the bustling figures of people in a warm halo of light.Francis Grant stood amidst the sunset glow, binoculars held tightly in his hands, his gaze sweeping over the area stretching more than ten kilometers around the city walls.The once scattered buildings and lush vegetation had all been razed to the ground. Inside the seemingly endless perimeter walls, countless soldiers and survivors were densely garrisoned.On the open ground, innumerable workers were working against the clock to heighten the city walls, the roar of machinery mingling with the shouts of the people.Soldiers of Celestia were stationed everywhere, their postures ramrod straight as they focused on guard and security duties.The survivors, on the other hand, formed neat lines, methodically shoveling grass and clearing away construction debris and ru
Dozens of kilometers outside Kensington Base, a luxury RV was speeding down the road.Two SUVs escorted it from the front and two from the back, forming a grand convoy headed toward the base."Boss, Young Master Rivers says we need to stop and rest. His girlfriend is feeling unwell again."Saul Eaton, sitting in the front passenger seat, turned his head to look at Caelan Palmer, who was in the back with his eyes closed, feigning sleep.The stoic-faced man’s brow furrowed. With his eyes still closed, he replied, "Tell that woman to tough it out. We’ll rest when we find the next house we can stay in overnight.""Sigh... Right."Saul Eaton resignedly picked up the walkie-talkie. Just as he finished relaying the message, he could hear the faint sound of a woman’s sobbing and Ron Rivers’s soft words of comfort from the other end.An angry voice immediately followed. "Caelan Palmer! I said stop the car for a few minutes! What’s the problem?! Veyra is crying!"Hugh Palmer’s expression soured
I gave Rex a satisfied pat on the head and pulled out his favorite piece of meat jerky.With a flick of my finger, the jerky sailed through the air in an arc. Quick as a flash, Rex leaped up and snatched it securely in his mouth.The little dog’s tail wagged furiously. With his prize held firmly, he turned to run outside."Wait!" I called out, my voice laced with caution. "You three will take turns on watch tonight. If you sense even the slightest thing wrong, remember to come up and get me immediately, okay?""WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!" Rex looked back and barked three times, his yaps crisp and loud. It was as if he was giving a serious reply, accepting the order on behalf of Nido and Little Sweet Potato as well.The barks had barely faded when he dashed downstairs with the jerky, off to play with his friends again.I watched him run off, then vanished into my space to check on the withered tree inside.After watering it with Crystal Core Solution for some time, I was thrilled to discover it
Francis Grant snapped back to reality. He spoke to the soldier beside him in a low voice, "It seems Eric Yancey wasn’t exaggerating. Someone really did dare to hunt a horde of tens of thousands of zombies." After speaking, he pressed his communicator and ordered, "Continue the patrol. Expand the search area and pay close attention to any movement in the vicinity."The soldier who had just overheard Colonel Grant muttering to himself stared wide-eyed, his face a mask of disbelief."Colonel? Are you serious? Someone dared to hunt over ten thousand zombies? That’s just insane!"Another soldier pointed at the cockroach corpses below, his tone complex. "You’d better believe it. Look at the ground. A swarm of tens of thousands of cockroaches, and they killed them all, didn’t they?""Exactly," another soldier sighed, his voice tinged with both awe and worry. "That cockroach tide last night cost the safe zone several thousand lives. And over here, someone managed to hunt so many mutated cockr







