Henry lowered his bat at last and sighed.
"My na’s Henry. What about you?"
Betty’s lips twitched at the question.
W-What na should I even give? I can’t say Betty... its a girl na?
She paused, then shrugged lightly. "You can call ... Bennett."
Henry nodded thoughtfully. "Alright, Bennett. Nice na."
Then he started rambling.
"I don’t know about any governnt bases, to be honest. and my buddies are also trying to find one. But if you’re looking for sowhere safe to rest for the night, you can stick with us. We’ve got a jeep, so supplies—though not much—but we’ve kept it locked down so far. I an, there’s a gas station nearby and—"
Betty’s foot began tapping the ground impatiently.
Why is this guy giving his life story? I just asked a yes or no question.
Her expression was growing increasingly deadpan when suddenly—
"Henry."
A cold voice cut through the awkwardness like a knife.
Henry instantly stopped blabbering, his head snapping toward the sound.
Betty followed his gaze—and blinked.
Eh? Isn’t that the guy from the mall? The one in the black suit with the pistol?
A tall man walked toward them, His sharp eyes locked onto Betty suspiciously.
He still wore that slick black business suit, though now there was dust on the cuffs and a faint scratch across his cheek.
Henry turned quickly. "Oh—David. She was just asking about the base."
David’s eyes didn’t leave Betty.
"..." he said calmly. "You were the one at the mall, right?"
Betty offered a nonchalant shrug.
"Yeah. You were the one aiming a gun at . Good tis."
Henry blinked between the two, clearly lost.
David’s gaze narrowed slightly.
"Hey bro, let’s move quickly—we need to deliver supplies to the survivors!"
A cheerful voice called out from behind. Betty turned to see a man pushing a cart full of food.
Ethan spotted Betty and raised a hand in greeting."Yo! Cool guy in the jacket—what brings you out here?"
Henry waved happily at him."Ethan, co over here. Looks like we won’t have to walk to the base after all."
"Huh? What do you an? Did you find so petrol or sothing?"
Henry shook his head with a regretful sigh."Nah, the gas station’s still a kiloter away. But maybe we can use his petrol."
At that, Betty imdiately tensed. Her eyes narrowed and her fist clenched, ready to throw a punch.
Henry quickly raised both hands, panicking at her reaction.
"No, no! I didn’t an we’d steal it! I ant you could co with us—it’s a win-win. You bring petrol from your truck, and we take you straight to our temporary base."
Betty’s body relaxed at Henry’s words, but before she could respond, David cut in, eyeing Ethan.
"No, Ethan. I don’t trust him."
Betty shot David an annoyed look.
’Why is this guy always staring at like I’m up to sothing? I didn’t even do anything to him... Did I?’
Ethan placed a hand on David’s shoulder and whispered,"Chill, bro. He’s not so shady corporate spy or whatever."
Then he turned to Betty with an apologetic smile."Don’t mind my brother. He’s just naturally suspicious of everyone."
David smacked Ethan’s hand off his shoulder and spoke firmly,"If you want to co with us, then take off your hoodie."
Betty’s eye twitched at his tone and narrowed gaze. She scoffed and turned away, striding toward her truck.
"Fine. I’m out. Your precious jeep doesn’t have petrol? Then walk for all I care."
"Wait—bro, don’t be mad!" Ethan jumped in front of her, arms spread to block her path."He’s just paranoid all the ti. Just ignore him, alright?"
Betty gave a small nod."Alright then, I’ll go with you."
Ethan’s eyes lit up with excitent. He imdiately dashed toward the jeep, then hurried back to the truck with a fuel can in hand.
Betty crossed her arms and sighed.
’If they end up not knowing where their base is, I swear I’m leaving. That guy’s attitude is seriously testing .’
Her gaze drifted to David, who was still openly staring at her.
’Still suspicious, huh?’
Ethan’s voice rang out, cheerful as ever."Alright, hop in the jeep, brothers! Ti to move out!"
Hearing that, David silently walked over and slid into the driver’s seat.
"You can sit in the back," he said flatly, not even glancing her way.
Betty nodded, doing her best to resist the urge to punch him, and got into the back seat without a word.
Ethan climbed into the passenger seat beside David. As the jeep started moving, the faint groans of zombies echoed through the cold air.
Betty’s eyes locked onto a crumbling building wall where the sound seed to be coming from.
’So the zombies are still around, huh? And here I thought things were peaceful just because I hadn’t heard any groans lately,’ she muttered to herself with dry sarcasm.
A chill swept over her, and she instinctively began rubbing her arms. The wind had turned sharper, colder with every passing second.
’Why is the wind getting colder?’ she wondered, watching her breath turn into mist as it curled into the air like smoke.
BOOM!
A sudden explosion shook the jeep, rattling its windows. Ethan jolted in his seat and imdiately started cursing.
"Damn the governnt! Are they dropping missiles now?!"
Betty whipped her head toward the direction of the blast. Her heart pounded as she saw the distant mall collapsing in on itself, a cloud of dust and debris rising like a mushroom.
’If I had still been there... That would’ve been the end of . Why the hell are they bombing every building now?’
She exhaled sharply and pulled down her hoodie, revealing her face.
"Damn, fem boy—"
"Don’t you fucking dare finish that sentence," Betty snapped, glaring at Ethan with a cold, piercing stare.
Ethan flinched, his hands rising in mock surrender, voice trembling.
"Hehe, bro—I was joking, just joking..."
A/n={sorry for late update, my internet connection was cut off}
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