Chapter 205

Chapter 205 Listen Up, Dumb*sses
Chapter 205 Listen Up, Dumb*sses
And if the camps themselves were this fragile, then the fate of the individuals within them… could only be
worse.
Bennie stared coldly at the modeling data on his screen. “Theresa’s still pushing the attack?” Dıscover more novels at ~net
“Yes, sir,” said the woman standing beside him–a stunning secretary, though clearly worn thin by the apocalypse. Her complexion was pale, and her hair hadn’t seen shampoo in weeks. Still, due to the lack of oil in her diet, it wasn’t greasy–just dry and dull, almost a sickly yellow. However, unlike the ragged survivors from smaller camps, she kept her appearance tidy: clean clothes, neatly combed hair, and a posture that never slouched.
“They’re advancing on the northern part of the city. Their target is the old town.”
Theresa’s strategy was direct, aggressive, and unapologetically public. No covert operations, no secrecy. Every move was broadcast across the entire radio network. On one hand, she wanted to rally small camps to join them; on the other, it was a warning for clueless fools to stay the hell out of their way and not slow them down.
“Play it,” Bennie ordered.
“Yes, sir!”
The secretary hit play, and a recording filled the room–a calm male voice delivering the message. “Listen up, dumb*sses! We’re heading straight for the old town in the northern district. If you’ve got half a brain, clear the d*mn road. Anyone who gets in our way will be treated as a zombie and put down. That said, if you’re smart and want to join a glorious alliance of both strength and intelligence, welcome to the Blazing Sun Alliance. Come kill zombies with us. Tovarishch!”
Bennie was rendered at a loss for words. What, joining you makes us the intelligent ones, and staying out makes us idiots? Could you be any more blatant?!
Not that it had always been this crass. In the beginning, the tone had been much more refined–almost elegant. Back then, it was Elias doing the radio calls. A cultured guy, he would carefully rewrite Theresa’s briefings into polite public notices.
For example, their very first transmission had gone like this. “Dear fellow survivors, greetings from the Blazing Sun Alliance. We’ve joined forces with several other camps to launch a counteroffensive and reclaim our cities. It’s a monumental cause, and we invite all of you to stand with us and lend your strength!”
Elias had sent it out feeling quite proud of his literary finesse. However, Theresa had been furious.
To her, what should have been a bold rallying cry had been turned into something that sounded like they were begging for help on their knees. She tore into Elias on the spot and demanded that from now on, he relay her messages word–for–word. No more editing. No more polishing. Whatever she said, he repeated exactly. And so, ever since then, every radio message began the same way-“Listen up, dumb*sses.”
Theresa had always believed that strength attracted strength. She welcomed those who came willingly, but she would never go door–to–door pleading for allegiance. Begging never earned respect–it only invited vultures looking for safety without sacrifice. Anyone who came did so for the benefits she promised. But the moment things got hard, those same people would do the math, weigh the risks, and jump ship.
Theresa didn’t need a crowd for appearances. She needed a real army–a unified force of steel and fire. And once she was strong enough, the right people would come to her naturally. Slow and steady, but solid as a rock. Take it or leave it. If you come, you better come on your own two feet.
Bennic, still smarting from Theresa’s last scolding, gave a cold snort. “The old town has fewer zombies than the city center, but the terrain is a nightmare. Narrow streets, dense layout–there’s no clear entry point. She’s going to get wrecked.”
Right as the words left his mouth, a fresh update came in through the secretary’s radio. “Listen up, dumb*sses! The Blazing Sun Alliance has seized control of the old town! Total victory!”
Bennie was instantly rendered at a loss for words. Are you kidding me?! Every d * mn time?!
Every time he predicted failure, Theresa showed up just to slap him in the face with a win. His icy poker face nearly cracked right then and there.
The secretary glanced at him nervously. “Mr. Green, are you feeling alright? Your face looks… unstable.”
“Get out,” Bennie growled.
News of Theresa’s victory spread like wildfire across every base in the eastern region.
“The Blazing Sun Alliance has pushed into the northern district!”
“They secured their first foothold in the old town–it won’t be long before they control the whole area!”
“If they take one more district, that’ll be two zones in Ansford under their belt!”
“Their strength is no joke.”
“To be able to strike back into the city… the Blazing Sun Alliance is seriously on another level!”
“I’m actually considering joining them.”
“Our camp’s thinking the same. They’ve got access to cheap Evoloid, trade routes with other bases–those benefits are unreal!”
“Still… maybe wait and see. We’re already struggling with scattered zombies out here. If we go into the city, won’t we just be cannon fodder?” _