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Chapter 79 - Chaos in the Containment Zones
The death scene at dusk had a great impact on many of the survivors, none of whom, after all, were soldiers or had military training.
All the refugees had been hiding from the infected; many were even terrified at the thought of approaching them, but they had to face them, and those were the orders in this place.
“Do not be afraid, we have the advantage as long as we kill these undead one every thirty seconds,” shouted a soldier who seemed to be instructing the new survivors.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The infected’s heads were pierced by long spears, and each soldier fighting was not exposed to the bites of those creatures.
Alan observed the reactions of these people and really hoped this experiment would be useful. If these people wanted to go to a safe zone where they would be assigned other work, they had to prove they could follow orders.
“To hell with this, I’m getting out of here,” a terrified civilian threw the spear and started running. None of the soldiers stopped him; it was each person’s choice to leave if they wished.
But a few minutes later, a sniper fired, and that shot was not aimed at the infected but at the person who had fled from the front. The useless have no right to live, much less those who abandon their community.
“We are the resistance. If we have to die, we will do so fulfilling our duty, and we will die together.”
“Glory to humanity.”
Everyone looked up and, breathing heavily, shouted: “Glory to humanity.”
Crack!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Claire didn’t seem affected either; she understood perfectly well that they had to be strong if they wanted to survive in the future.
Taking care of this safe place increased the chances she could reunite with her brother. She understood that, defended that vision, and knew perfectly well they had to be tough to survive.
“Well done, keep going.” Alan used his long knife to kill the infected; this movement of his hands could easily take down more than one walker.
Between him and Claire, they killed many infected. The flamethrowers did their job to kill most of them, so Alan stepped back when he saw the fire spreading.
“That’s enough, let the others take care of it.” Alan signaled the soldiers to take action.
Alan’s uniform was very similar to the soldiers’, with the only exception that he wore several patches that showed his military rank within the community.
On his way back, he was stopped by a soldier, who respectfully said, “Sir, we have received an alert signal from a military station about a thousand miles from our position.”
“Do you have the exact route?” Alan wanted to know if the trip was safe given the distance; wasting a flight was not in his plans right now.
“We have calculated the route. Should we prepare a team to ensure it’s true?”
Claire approached while cleaning her sword and said, “We should go. Staying here is boring me.”
Alan thought about it for a moment and nodded. He had done many dangerous things before, so this wouldn’t be any less risky. “Prepare a helicopter. We’ll see if it’s safe, and then I’ll make a decision.”
“Understood, sir.”
What does flying matter?
Besides, as far as he knew, FEDRA had lost control of that area, so he could easily take the resources from that place and leave.
