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Chapter 159 What Were They Thinking?
Chapter 159 What Were They Thinking?
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Honestly, they almost wanted to break those two naive kids‘ legs just to stop them from leaving.
But of course, kind and welcoming Theresa wasn’t going to stoop to Hugo and the others‘ level of “villainy.” No, she warmly and generously handed them a hand–drawn map to K1 Camp–carefully marking the route with the fewest zombies–and wished them a swift and safe journey to their so–called paradise.
And she meant every word. She genuinely couldn’t wait for them to get the hell out.
That single act of grace won her a wave of admiration.
Everyone in Blazing Sun Camp thought the same thing: Our camp leader is incredible.
Shortly after the pair departed, a familiar chime echoed in Theresa’s mind:
Ding! Six new residents added! Ding! Reward: 600 points! Ding! Bonus: Strength attribute increased! Ding! Loyalty boost: + 10 %. Current loyalty: 70 %.
She could feel the difference immediately–her strength settling in deeper, more grounded.
And the newcomers brought more than just warm bodies. The strength–type ability user was a welcome addition, but even better, Clarissa, Paul, and the others had worked at a pharmaceutical company. Three of them were trained in medicine, instantly solving the camp’s biggest weakness: no medical personnel.
Theresa was more than satisfied.
She handed them off to David to help them adjust and learn the camp routines.
Then she headed straight for Hugo.
“Come on,” she said. “I brought all your stuff back.”
Hugo blinked, stunned. “You… you actually did?”
Thirty minutes later, Theresa returned with everything from Hugo’s old research facility.
The moment Hugo and his team laid eyes on the crates and boxes, it felt like a dream. Instruments, computers, supplies–everything they thought they’d lost forever was right there, dusty but intact.
They had never imagined they’d see their research again. Theresa hadn’t just given them food and shelter -she had returned their life’s work. Their identity. Their purpose.
Tears glistened in more than a few eyes.
And it wasn’t just equipment–she had recovered barrels of raw materials they’d once stockpiled. Just enough to jumpstart the polymer greenhouse project they’d only dreamed about.
“Ms. Hall,” one of them said, voice trembling with emotion, “we’ll start on the greenhouses immediately.”
Theresa nodded. “Good. Make it quick.”
The cold front was closing in fast.
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Chapter 159 What Were They Thinking?
Three days passed.
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Far from Blazing Sun Camp, a young couple finally reached the gates of K1 Camp. After two grueling days of hiking and another full day stuck in quarantine and inspections, they had finally made it to the front of the line.
“We made it,” the girl whispered breathlessly. “We’re finally here.”
“KI Camp is huge! So official! Look–real soldiers!” the young man added, eyes shining.
“This is way more organized than that Blazing Sun place,” she said with conviction.
Behind them in line, a man in a gray shirt and glasses leaned in. He had let them cut the line earlier, and he was the only person who had spoken to them with any warmth.
“Blazing Sun Camp?” he asked, curious. “Never heard of it. What was it like?”
The girl turned to him. “It’s a small camp we stayed in first. They actually rescued us from the city. Some of our friends stayed there, but we wanted to come here instead. Blazing Sun Camp was too small. And they made us do way too much work.”
“Oh?” the man said. “What kind of work? ”
“They wanted us to farm! And raise pigs! So many pigs! And we had to feed them! Even the little kids had to work. If you didn’t work, you didn’t eat.”
As her voice trailed off, the man stared at her in disbelief.
“You mean… that place was heaven?” he said, stunned.
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Before she could answer, the final checkpoint buzzed and the gate swung open. After a final X–ray scan, they stepped into K1 Camp at last.
What they saw froze them in place.
It was a patchwork of chaos. Endless rows of makeshift shelters built from tarps, cloth, and scavenged metal, sagging under their own weight. Torn blankets and old shirts stitched the gaps. The smell of sweat and smoke lingered in the air.
People sat slumped on the ground, hollow–eyed and filthy. Somewhere nearby, the clanging of metal echoed–men struggling to hoist rusted sheets and sandbags to repair a crumbling wall.
The narrow streets were clogged with drifters, scavengers, and exhausted faces. Tension buzzed in the air, thick as smog. Every expression looked broken.
It was nothing like they had imagined.
This … this is K1 Camp?
They had believed it would be powerful, high–tech. Not quite a futuristic bunker from a sci –fi movie, maybe–but at least something that resembled civilization.