Chapter 72: The Last Convoy
Meanwhile, a large convoy was headed out of the naval base.
Their goal was to reach Carmel Valley by dawn. However, a convoy of over three hundred chosen, and a thousand soldiers was bound to attract unwanted attention.
However, to ensure they didn’t miss any zombies, a few explosions went off even now and then to reel them in. Coupled with the gunshots, almost all the zombies of the city were after them.
It was hard to believe, but it was all part of Neha’s plan.
"Squad three, focus fire on the right," Neha yelled over the chaos. "Squad nine, swap places with the first squad! Keep firing!"
As the humans fought the undead, the chosen remained comfortable in the center. According to Neha’s instructions, they were to conserve their strength to fight the zombie king.
However, the soldiers weren’t so pleased with the decision. While they were killing the zombies, some of them were also dying. Yet, the chosen didn’t lift a finger to help them.
Neha kept watching the chaos with a smile. Unlike the other chosen, she didn’t have a vendetta against the unawakened. Using them as meat shields was simply the easiest way to deal with the horde.
The unawakened would die, which in turn would save resources later. Not to mention, those who made it to the valley could distract the zombie king and its minions.
To her, unawakened lives were merely insignificant numbers. Much like pigs to the slaughter.
There were some chosen who wanted to help, but under Neha’s command, they had to comply. Besides, to them, their own lives were more important.
"It will take ages to reach the valley like this," Neha said, sighing. "Min, get the whips."