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🕑 Added 2025-06-08 08:02:28 +0000 UTCA New Beginning From the End of the World
Chapter 153 – What Needs to Be Done
After a long time, the prison was completely silent, and only thousands of corpses could be seen on the ground. The smell of gunpowder mixed with the scent of blood, and numerous people walked around with a type of spear to eliminate the remaining walkers.
Everyone had worked hard to wipe out the walkers; it had been intense, but in the end, they succeeded without losing the crops. Now the question on everyone’s mind was: how will they clean this place?
“They’re finally gone. Now we need to clean up the bodies to prevent any infections,” said Morgan, as sweat ran down his forehead.
At that moment, everyone’s hands—whether soldiers or survivors—were trembling with an indescribable feeling. Today, they had all seen that it didn’t matter if they had a hundred thousand bullets and numerous tanks; if a massive horde of walkers came toward the base, escaping would still be difficult.
Thinking about this, Rick sighed in relief and said, “Yeah, even though there were thousands, we managed to hold our ground well, and there was no need to use the Apache helicopters.”
As he said this, Rick kept looking out at the open field, filled with walker corpses. He still couldn’t believe his group had managed to wipe out such a large horde, and even though he had somewhat guessed the strength the prison held, he knew he couldn’t let his guard down.
“We need to organize the cleanup with the trucks and focus on building the wall in front of the prison as soon as possible!”
“I’ll handle it.”
After Rick finished speaking, he held his head tensely, remembering how many times he had questioned Jason about the seemingly excessive amount of weapons and ammunition stored in the base. Now, he could only be grateful to be one of the lucky ones to have that kind of firepower in their shelter.
He then asked Mike to organize the soldiers and begin clearing out the walkers that hadn’t been completely eliminated, securing the area for the cleanup crew.
Standing on the wall, Rick watched as everyone moved back and forth, constantly wondering whether it had been the right decision to use up so much ammunition in this large-scale walker purge. Since considering the danger people could pose, he had become much more cautious about that.
“What are you thinking about so hard, buddy?”
Hearing that question, Rick turned his head and saw his best friend Shane, who had personally flown in by helicopter to support the base. Ever since leaving the prison, like Rick, Shane had been working hard to protect others and be ready to take down anyone who threatened them.
“It’s great to have you back, Shane!”
With a warm and sincere smile, Rick walked over to Shane after a few seconds of silence. It was always comforting to see his friend and know he was doing well.
Shane embraced Rick, and after greeting each other, they stepped apart. Now both were leading groups and actively working to improve the future—something they had never imagined.
“This battle was inevitable. How are the base's supplies? We recently found some weapon factories where ammunition can also be made.”
Shifting his gaze from the field, Shane looked at Rick, who stood beside him, and asked about the prison’s ammunition supplies. In this war, countless rounds of all calibers had been used, and in large quantities.
“We’re not doing as badly as it looks. Long before all this began, Jason prepared thoroughly for a situation like this.”
Rick smiled slightly. At that moment, nostalgic expressions could be seen on the faces of both friends; they had been through a lot since everything started.
“You know I’ll always be grateful to you, Shane…”
Shane turned his eyes toward Rick. He looked at him for a moment, then smiled faintly. If there was anyone they should be thankful to, it was Arion, who had made it possible for them to get this far. Still, he only said, “Yeah, buddy, you owe me your life…”
“Hahaha.”
Knowing the situation around them, the two began to move, and Rick took Shane to attend a meeting where they would explain the last-minute plans.
On the way, they saw groups collecting spent shell casings from the ground. Many of them could be reused if handled carefully.
It was already late by the time things started to settle at the prison. Everyone—except the children and the elderly—began cleaning the battlefield and getting everything ready so that by the next day, construction on the wall could begin according to the plans.
At that moment, there were bright smiles on the faces of many soldiers who had only ever known defeat against the walkers. Many who were now in the prison had lost their families, friends, siblings, parents, spouses, and children… Everyone had lost something, but after all those losses came their first victory.
At the top of a tower, a black flag from the S.C.T. community fluttered in the wind—the first community to show not only how far they had come but the potential of what they could still achieve.
South side of the prison, west of Georgia.
In the streets of an abandoned town, countless walkers wandered restlessly, aimlessly moving due to the sounds of explosions and gunfire echoing everywhere. The number of walkers was extremely dense, covering every street.
Needless to say, if a human appeared in that place, the walkers would immediately head toward them and try to tear them apart.
“Shhhhh!”
At that moment, two sharp arrows were shot from a dark alley on the edge of the street, striking the heads of two wandering walkers with great precision.
Immediately after, a group of figures emerged and ran forward. As they passed the corpses of the walkers on the ground, the figure who had used the bow pulled the arrows from their heads and helped the others climb over a wall into a nearby house.
The sunlight fell on the figure, revealing her appearance. She was a young woman, about twenty-two years old, with a longbow in hand and a quiver on her back. At her waist was a pistol, and she, along with her group, entered a house where they planned to take shelter.
The group had been formed by her. They had previously fled Woodbury and had stayed far away from that area for a long time. But as their journey continued, more people had joined them, and it became impossible to keep going without finding a safe place.
When the girl realized this, she thought it would be a good idea to check the situation near her former community. So, with a group of six, she set out to see if any communities still remained.
However, just as they were about to give up upon finding Woodbury abandoned, they heard a long and intense round of gunfire. At that moment, the group of survivors tried to get closer to the source of the shots, but soon found themselves trapped, as the walkers had become agitated.
After her group crossed, the woman followed. This girl was clearly very familiar with the area. She had been leading this group since escaping her previous shelter and was determined to do whatever it took to keep everyone safe.
Once everyone had crossed over, some of them searched the house. When they found it empty, they sighed in relief. One man in the group said, “We didn’t expect the walkers to move from all directions. We should stay here for a while.”
“We can’t stay too long. Don’t forget our objective.”
The man shook his head, looked away, and turned toward the group’s leader. He asked, “Tara, what should we do?”
The young woman named Tara, who was cleaning the bloodstained arrows, lifted her head and said, “We move out first thing in the morning. If you think you can’t keep up, you can stay here and wait for me to come back.”
