Chapter 211: A Plan
Lord Xun slowly shook his head as he studied the large map spread out before him. "That won’t work," he said firmly, his voice deep and calm. "This region is too far from the cities. The first and second waves of undead were already wiped out in these outskirts before the second rain ever came."
He stood beside a large, scarred table where several commanders and soldiers gathered. The flickering light of a lantern danced across their serious faces. On the map were drawn small symbols and marks, noting bases, forests, and danger zones. His finger tapped near the southern corner—near where the Dawn Base stood.
"These places," Lord Xun continued, "were never part of any city. The land around Dawn Base and East River Base was always quiet—even before the fall of civilization."
He looked up at the others, his eyes sharp.
"There were no large towns here. No factories, no crowded homes. Just forgotten valleys, scattered farmlands, and silent mountains. When the first rain came and turned the dead into zombies, this place remained untouched for a while. Too far. Too isolated."
Everyone listened closely as he spoke, because every word held the weight of truth—and of plans that had yet to unfold.
"By the time the zombies finally reached this area, there were only small groups. A few infected stragglers. And those were easily wiped out."
That was how the East River Base had been able to grow strong. It had been given a gift that few other places received in those dark days—time. Time to prepare. Time to build walls. Time to train soldiers and enforce order, even if that order came through cruelty and iron-fisted control.
Now, with its strength and power established, the East River Base had begun to look south... toward a new base that had recently started rising from the earth.
The Dawn Base.
It was a different kind of place—built on hope, kindness, and community. But hope, Lord Xun believed, could not stand for long without power. And now, he planned to test just how strong that base really was.