Continuation — Regrouping and New Plans
The return to the meeting point was silent, at least as much as the chaos allowed. The streets around the Umbrella facility were filled with smoke, destroyed vehicles and the unmistakable smell of gunpowder and death.
Alice walked beside Daniel, her shoulder injured but steady. He watched her, worried, but she kept her posture strong.
When they approached the improvised base — an old reinforced underground parking lot —, the metal gate opened with difficulty, revealing familiar faces.
Leon was the first to run towards them.
"Finally! I thought Umbrella had caught you!" he said, relieved.
Claire and Jill came right behind. Claire hugged Alice without thinking.
"You're hurt!" she exclaimed, seeing the wound on her shoulder.
Alice shook her head.
"Just a scratch. Daniel saved me in time," she said, giving him a brief glance.
Jill, in her practical way, cut the moment short.
"We need to know what you got in there. Is the Umbrella base still a threat? What about the vehicles? Did you find what we need?"
Daniel nodded, taking off his hood and showing the dried blood marks on his clothes.
"I cleared a good part of the facility. It wasn't easy. They were well armed, but their structure is compromised. The defense system has been disabled for now. We have a window."
He turned to his longtime friend, Marcos, the automotive modification specialist.
"What about the vehicles?"
Marcos scratched his stubble and pointed to the back of the garage.
"I found two armored school buses, a still-functional tanker truck, and three cargo trucks. But they need reinforcements. Steel plates, armored windows, internal systems. I can do that, but I need time, parts... and security."
Daniel looked at everyone, his voice firm.
"Let's split up." Half of them will go with Marcos to reinforce the vehicles. The other half will come with me. We will loot the Umbrella warehouse and the abandoned supermarkets. Food, medicine, ammunition.
Leon frowned.
"What about the zombies? The city is infested."
Daniel smiled sharply.
"We'll deal with them as always. With steel and blood."
The group exchanged glances. They were tired, injured, but united.
Alice put her hand on Daniel's shoulder.
"You lead, we follow."
He nodded. He knew the weight of leadership was immense, but he had no choice. Survival demanded it.
**The system flashed before his eyes:**
*"New mission: Reinforce vehicles and secure supplies. Resistance +10%"*
Daniel clenched his fists, determined.
"Time to prepare our mobile fortress and make sure no one else falls." ---
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Chapter — Blood, Steel, and Survival: Part 2
The cloudy sky reflected the chaos below. Daniel guided the small convoy through the streets of New York, now a metropolis in ruins. The roar of the engines of the armored trucks and buses echoed among the destroyed buildings. Every corner was a potential ambush.
"We're approaching the market warehouse," Alice said, looking at the digital map on the improvised tablet.
Daniel nodded, his eyes alert.
"Remember: quick entry, quick collection, no unnecessary noise. If we attract a horde, it could be the end."
The place was a large wholesale store, surrounded by barbed wire and rusty gates. Luckily for them, it seemed untouched.
Marcos and Lucas were already jumping out of the vehicles with their empty backpacks. Claire, Jill, and Leon covered the entrances, guns pointed, alert for any movement.
Inside, the shelves were full.
— Fuck… — Lucas muttered, open-mouthed. — I never thought I would get emotional seeing toilet paper and canned food.
— Focus on your priorities — Daniel warned, already throwing crates of mineral water and boxes of groceries into the carts. — Non-perishable food, medicine, fuel, tools. We'll get the rest if we have time.
Alice found the first aid section and started filling backpacks with medicine and antibiotics.
Outside, Marcos was assessing the tanker truck.
— The thing is full, we still have about 80% diesel — he shouted to Daniel.
Lucas, excited, was already separating metal sheets and improvised hardware to reinforce the convoy.
That was when the noise started.
A low groan. Then another. A shuffling of feet.
Jill came running.
— We have company!
Zombies, dozens of them, coming out of the alleys around.
— Quick! — Daniel ordered. — Form a defensive line, protect the carriers.
Alice, armed with her submachine gun, opened fire. The shots echoed, attracting even more dead.
Daniel advanced, his special blade cutting with precision. Heads rolled, limbs fell, putrefied blood stained the asphalt.
The system flashed again:
"+1 attribute point — Crystals collected: 15"
Without losing focus, he shouted instructions.
— Leon, left flank! Jill, cover! Marcos, Lucas, finish loading and start modifying the truck and buses!
The battle was brutal.
Daniel moved like a shadow among the zombies, his blows precise, each movement calculated. Alice fought beside him, her eyes determined, sweat mixed with blood.
— This is getting ugly — Leon said, reloading the pistol. — How many more are still coming?
Claire pointed to the street.
— Many more.
Lucas, sweaty and covered in grease, was already working on the truck.
— I managed to reinforce the front and sides with these plates. The bus already has armored windows, but we need at least another two hours to finish everything!
Daniel knew they didn't have that much time. But retreating was not an option.
— Change of plan! We finished the basics and left. Then, in a safe place, we finished the rest.
Minutes passed like hours.
The horde seemed endless, but the group's unity and training prevailed. When they finally boarded the reinforced vehicles, the ground was covered in decomposing corpses.
On the way back, inside the armored bus, the atmosphere was tense, but one of victory.
Marcos wiped the sweat from his forehead.
— I never thought setting up a mobile fortress would be possible. But it's taking shape.
Alice, sitting next to Daniel, looked at him.
— You said it was a crazy idea. But sometimes, the craziest ideas are the ones that save the world.
Daniel looked out over the destroyed New York skyline.
"We're not going to save the world... But we're going to save who we can. And if necessary, we'll go to hell to take down Umbrella."
The system blinked again:
"Mission complete: Fortification convoy initiated. Next objective: Infiltrate, destroy, and survive."
Daniel clenched his fists.
The game was just beginning.