Chapter 511

Chapter 511 The Camp That Ate People
“Boss, those people…”
“Don’t pick a fight if you don’t have to,” Theresa said.
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Even if she had the strength to wipe them out, there was no need to provoke that kind of crowd.
In the apocalypse, everyone found their own way to survive. As long as no one crossed her interests, how others lived–or what kind of people they were–was their own business.
Even if they were vicious, bloodthirsty types, it had nothing to do with her. She would simply keep her distance, never think of bringing them into her alliance, and certainly not stir up trouble with them.
“What about that little girl?”
Theresa scanned the empty countryside, but there was no sign of the child. “Let her run.”
She had never thought of herself as much of a good person, but sometimes she would lend a hand if it was convenient, without expecting anything in return. If the girl had bolted, so be it.
Once that small interlude passed, the armored vehicle rolled forward again. But not long after, Theresa saw a wide farmyard fenced in with barbed wire, wooden posts, and barricades. Inside, she spotted people.
“Boss, look!” Tyger pointed toward the parking lot outside one of the farmhouses.
It was their Zombie Reaper–Graham’s Vehicle Seven.
“Over there!”
Within minutes, their armored truck pulled up behind a large tree 300 meters from the fence. From this closer vantage point, they could clearly see the crowd inside.
All of them were people–not zombies.
Theresa frowned. She had no idea why Graham’s vehicle was here, or why there was suddenly a mid–sized camp tucked away in this place. Judging by the numbers, there had to be at least five or six hundred survivors inside.
How had a camp this size never made contact with them? Her camp’s broadcast tower ran day and night across the eastern region, sending signals out to anyone within range. As long as
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they could pick it up, they should have answered.
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After four years of apocalypse, maybe some small, poor, remote survivor groups could be forgiven for not knowing. But this mid–sized camp right in front of her? There was no way they hadn’t heard.
As she thought about what kind of place this was, Theresa also weighed the risks to Graham and his team. She stepped forward, leaving Kyle in the armored truck, and brought Quentin and Tyger with her toward the gate.
Just then, a girl’s voice called from behind. “Don’t go in.”
Theresa turned and saw the little girl she had saved earlier.
Vinny stood behind another tree, her thin face dominated by wide eyes locked firmly on Theresa.
“So, it’s you, little one,” Tyger said, his usually stern expression softening.
“You mustn’t go in,” Vinny said again. “Inside… they eat people.”
Quentin let out a short laugh. “It’s a dog–eat–dog world, kid. That’s the reality now.”
Vinny glanced at him but kept her gaze fixed on Theresa. “Don’t go in. They really eat people.”
“But I have to. My friends are in there,” Theresa replied. “Have you seen a group of people wearing camouflage uniforms?”
Vinny thought for a moment, then shook her head. “No.”
“What about that vehicle? Do you remember it?” Theresa pointed toward the edge of Vehicle
Seven.
Vinny’s eyes landed on the vehicle, her face growing graver as she shook her head again. “That belongs to our camp leader. I’m not allowed inside.”
Camp leader?! Theresa’s eyes lit up. That means Graham and the others must have been taken by him.
“Who is your camp
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know? ”
leader? ”
“Our leader wasn’t him before. He came about six months ago. Killed many of us and then
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took over.” 2
That took Theresa by surprise. A hostile takeover.
Camp wars were nothing rare in the apocalypse. In fact, Quentin in her past life had made a career out of stirring up civil strife between camps. But it was still unusual for outsiders to seize power so directly.
The thought only sharpened her interest in this place. She lifted her foot and moved forward.
“You really mustn’t go in!” Vinny, seeing she was determined, rushed forward and clutched her sleeve.
“Are you that afraid of what’s inside?”
Vinny nodded quickly.
“In that case, kiddo, you can wait in my truck. The guy in there is Kyle. He’s a good man. He’ll protect you, and he won’t let anyone inside hurt you again.”
Vinny shook her head and gripped Theresa’s hand even tighter.
“Are you just after food? Then talk to Kyle. Once you’ve eaten, you can leave.”
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