Chapter 63: A Ghost From The Past (2)
A little further away from the research facility.
Dozens of zombie corpses were littered on the ground. Some were dismembered; some were torn apart, but all of them were dead.
In the middle of it all stood Carr’s squad. Covered in the undead’s blood. They looked like grim reapers, all of them except Alaric.
The doctor was busy doing his doctor things, collecting samples for research later. His actions almost made Carr believe the old man had intentionally let out a scream, and there were no flying monsters.
"Sir—"
"I know," Carr said, his fists clenched.
Just because they didn’t lose any men didn’t mean they couldn’t have lost. He was about to use his gun when the last zombie fell. A second later, more zombies would have been on them following the gunshot.
When that happened, I’d put a bullet in your head first. Stupid bastard.
As much as he wanted to arrange a meeting between Alaric and the God, he had to swallow his anger back. Neha was the one who haunted him, and Michael, who was wrapped around her finger.
One word from that woman and his life was effectively over.
It’s better to stay in her good graces for now.
If there was one thing Carr had learned from the apocalypse, it was that no regime could stay in power forever. Hailey lost control to Michael, and similarly, Michael would someday lose as well.