The sudden blast jolted Jason and the others awake. They sprang out of their beds, eyes red and still dazed. Spotting Clyde wielding the megaphone, they just stared blankly, their minds still catching up.
Clyde looked back at Rose and explained with his tongue playfully sticking out. "My military instructor at university used to say that to us all the time. I just copied him. Tehe!"
Rose shook her head in exasperation, placing her hands on her hips as she watched Clyde’s antics. Still, it was effective—his words had snapped everyone out of their daze and got them moving.
Once they came to their senses and noticed Fred and the others waiting for them, they began to freshen up. Not far from where they stood was a large drum of water, set up for communal use. A plastic dipper rested on the side, allowing people to scoop water without contaminating the rest.
Jason and the others rushed over to wash their faces, the splash of cold water combined with the crisp wind making them shiver—but also sharpening their focus. When they were done, they all walked toward the nearest gate, now wide awake and ready.
Fred approached the gatekeeper and handed over a permit. "Hello. Here’s our permit to go out. We’ve been assigned to assist our base’s guests in finding a working vehicle outside so they can drive back home."
After glancing over the permit, the gatekeeper nodded and gave a signal to the guards stationed above. In response, soldiers dropped to their bellies on the wall, preparing to open fire, while the awakened ability users conjured their abilities, energy flaring in their hands.
As two soldiers began to pull open the gate from the side, Fred and his team tensed, ready to move. The moment the path cleared, the sound of gunfire and the rumble of shifting earth echoed around them. Earth spikes shot up from the ground as Earth-type awakened ability users launched their attacks to thin out the horde.
Fred raised his assault rifle, took aim, and fired a single round. The bullet struck deep into the mass of zombies and exploded like a grenade, sending bodies flying.
"Go!" Fred shouted, leading the charge as his team sprinted through the open path. Outside the wall, abandoned vehicles were scattered across the road—once part of a barricade meant to slow down the undead. Most were already stripped for parts and fuel, their tanks emptied by previous teams to power the base.
Now, with the path open and the horde stirred, the mission began.
So, Fred and his team had no choice but to head farther out in search of a sturdy truck they could use. After all, they couldn’t just lend out the armored trucks and vehicles from the base—those were specially made using rare, reinforced metals that Kisha had acquired from Duke. They were valuable and not easily replaceable. With no access to similar resources, their only option was to find a viable alternative elsewhere.
"Let’s head to the car dealership not far from here!" Clyde shouted, running a few steps behind Fred. Since his family used to be in business, he had visited City B multiple times and was familiar with the area. In fact, some of his sports cars had been purchased here, as the city was close to the port where imported vehicles arrived.
While they weren’t looking for sports cars now, Clyde remembered that there was a stretch of car dealerships lined up next to each other—and among them were brands like Hummer and Jeep. As far as he recalled, one of the dealerships had a ’Jeep Gladiator’ in stock. It wasn’t quite the same as the military trucks used back at the base, but it was tough enough to help these survivors get home safely.
Clyde and Reeve served as the long-range attackers. Reeve unleashed powerful sound waves using his ’Siren’s Call’, blasting zombies’ heads from a distance, while Clyde wielded his ’Gravity Impact’ to crush the surrounding undead. With their flawless teamwork and the added boost from Reeve and Clyde’s ’Group Synergy’, the squad moved like an unstoppable force.
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