Chapter 486

Chapter 486 The So–Called Trial
“Theresa, you’re really asking for it!”
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Brian, the Level 3 administrator she’d crossed paths with before, stepped out with his chest puffed, trying to look important.
Theresa didn’t even blink. Her boot drove straight into his chest with a crack. He hit the floor hard, gasping, before she crushed his ribcage beneath her heel. The sound of his heart bursting echoed in the hall, blood flooding out beneath her.
She stood tall on his corpse, eyes sweeping the room. “Anyone who thinks they’ve got the right to judge me–step up and say your name.”
Mob. That’s all she is. Even standing here in chains, she can’t hide what she is. The silence was thick enough to choke on. Even through their masks, she could feel the shift–their bravado faltering.
Magnus was the first to speak, his voice deep and steady. “Magnus Nellson. Camp leader of Ark Camp One.”
The others followed his lead.
“Zahair Rucker. Camp leader of Ark Camp Two.”
“Teion Smith. Camp leader of Ark Camp Three.”
Theresa scanned the hall slowly. Every last one of them shows up. Not a single coward dares to hide. She tapped her fingers against her thigh, holding back the storm for the right moment.
Magnus spoke again, like some priest about to deliver judgment. “Theresa, the trial begins. You’ll admit your crimes and repent.”
Her lips curled. “Crimes? What exactly are you accusing me of?”
“You dare play dumb Zahair shot back. “You sowed discord between our camps, you endangered all of us, and you hurt our people. Those crimes alone are enough to put you to death!” Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by
Theresa laughed, sharp and bitter. “Discord? When Ark Camp One was in danger, I marched my people miles to help. If you’re such tight allies, why didn’t any of you lift a finger?”
She took a step forward, voice cutting like glass. “Endangered you? Please. You’ve never taken K1 Camp seriously. To you, we’ve always been that little backwater camp you could sneer at. We still traded with you at dirt–cheap prices. Tell me again–how did we endanger you?
“And hurting your people? Show me one time we’ve laid a hand on yours. Meanwhile, yesterday, you killed two hundred and three of mine. Explain that.”
Faces shifted. Silence cracked through the room.
“You refuse to repent!” one voice suddenly shouted.
“You’re too stubborn. Beyond saving!” another chimed in.
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< 1/2 11:04 Mon, 25 Aug S Chapter 486 The So–Called Trial ★ 57% +5 Free Coins Theresa’s stare hardened. “Stop dressing it up. The truth is simple. You see K1 Camp as a threat, and you’re scared. That’s why you want me gone. Survival of the fittest, right? Dog eat dog. Don’t call it justice–it’s fear.” She leaned forward, her words hitting like daggers. “You want to talk about sins? Let’s talk about you. You gorge yourselves on blood sports. You gamble with lives. You abandon the poor when the zombie hordes come knocking. “You treat ordinary people like trash. Don’t dare tell me about redemption–you’re the ones rotting from the inside.” “Shut your mouth!” Zahair roared. His voice shook with fury. “It doesn’t matter what you say. The strong rule. The winner takes everything.” He pointed straight at her. “You lost. You’ll die for it. From today, Kl Camp belongs to us. If you know what’s good for you, repent now, and have your people kneel too. Maybe we’ll spare them. If you don’t…” His voice dropped into a growl. “Every last one of them dies.” The people of Ark Camp Two glared at Theresa, their eyes burning with hunger. Her camp’s too prosperous to waste. K1 Camp’s foundation is strong, its resources overflowing– destroying it outright would be foolish. That’s why the first strike only shattered her defenses and scorched her fields. A city without zombies? Who wouldn’t want to claim it? Today, we’ll put her on trial and take her camp in the open. No matter how strong she is, one person can’t stand against the combined power of the three camps. Teion from Ark Camp Three spoke next, his tone mocking. “You came here to protect your camp, didn’t you? Do the smart thing. Play along. We might even let you live.” Her eyes narrowed. “Let me live? In what condition?” The hall fell into a low murmur as eyes turned toward Magnus. Suggestions flew–kill her outright, cripple her forever, or break her and keep her breathing. Morgan pushed back, insisting she stay alive. His obsession clung to her like a shadow. At last, they reached their verdict. She would live, but paralyzed from the neck down, a prisoner for life. Theresa stood silent, her mind cold and sharp as they started carving up her world in front of her- splitting Kl Camp’s resources and people like livestock. Plans rolled out on how to butcher her fighters, how to crush her camp’s spirit. The final decree: tomorrow, Theresa would be paraded back to K1 Camp, forced to confess before her people. If anyone resisted, her severed hands would be delivered to them before the next bombing run. Kl Camp was no longer a neighbor to them. It was prey and a prize they couldn’t wait to sink their teeth into. ||| 2/2 Mon, 25 Aug Chapte