Novel & Cerita Is Farmworld Finn Dead

Fields appeared on both sides of the road. "Mr. Ortega… Is that wheat?" someone whispered. Marvin adjusted his cracked glasses and leaned forward to look. "It is. Wheat fields…and corn, too. Even greenhouse crops." His voice shook with disbelief. How could large-scale farming exist again? Where were the zombies? How had anyone managed to reclaim this much land in a world crawling with the dead? Didn't they worry about attacks? Then, ahead of them, lights appeared. "Mr. Ortega! Look! There are lights up ahead!" Sydney cried.

"Daddy, ignore her. Aunt Sage is waiting for you." Kael hung up directly. I knelt on the ground, desperately begging everyone around me, but they all avoided me. By the time I finally found a doctor willing to help, Finn's body had already gone cold. "Finn... Finn!" I held my brother's charred wolf form tightly, crying and screaming in despair, but the young wolf in my arms would never respond to me again. He was dead. Killed by the man I loved most.

I didn’t think I’d be able to tell her the rest past the unexpected lump in my throat. My wife kept reading. I knew the moment she saw it when she turned absolutely white. “S-Sam?” “It looks like Hank, Mom, and Sam are dead, sweetheart,” I croaked. I tried to clear my throat, but it didn’t work. “Oh God.” The laptop slid from her fingers, and I just barely managed to catch it before it hit the decking. “What does that make now?” “Well, with what happened at the farm, and Jake, the cops, our f-family, and then there’s a mention in there about a wanted assassin they were traveling with named Hoot. The body count is rising,” I said softly.

Finn and Evan stepped aside so that I could see what they were all huddled around. “Fionn... Nooo!” I cried out as I ran towards him. I then slid across the dirt and knelt beside him; he looked a state. One of his arms had been completely torn off of his body, and one of his legs had been shredded. He had giant gashes across his stomach and his throat had been completely ripped out. It wasn't the work of just one wolf, they'd ambushed him, I thought as I cried over his dead body. I held my hand out and slid it down his face closing his eyelids as I went. I punched the floor and aggressively pushed myself up. I stood up tall and yelled,

“Tell Garvin we don’t need it. How is the new training regime coming up?” “I fear I cannot relay your message. The pack’s farm has been drying up of recent, both animals and crops are dying” “Training is going as well as possible” He added. The pack’s farm land is a fertile one. Crops dying there had to be due to a specific reason. Animals facing the same end as the crops wasn’t unheard of but for all to succumb at once, indicated there was something else at play. This was not the time for something like this to happen. Not with Haven Willow snooping around my pack and potential war on the horizon.

Even then, it couldn't cover the entire farm, which gave him a sense of just how massive the place was. Most of the farm's main structures now lay fully within his awareness. Beyond that, it was mostly livestock areas—pigs, sheep, and cattle—where no one was likely living. Under spatial perception, nothing could hide. Ray froze for a moment. This world was ridiculously small. Who had he "seen"? Colleagues from his company. His supervisors. What the hell? How could he possibly run into them here? Were they ability users? No? Then how the hell had they survived over seventy days in this apocalypse?