Everyone had their own roles in the aftermath of this rescue mission. Floater, being not very sociable, was tasked with guarding the periter against any fleeing hoodlum.
Back when I first charged into the inn, a number of hoodlums tried to flee during the chaos while so chose to hide themselves. Regardless of what they chose, they were all killed, either by Floaters detachable bits, or by . Naturally, that tri-colored hoodlum wasnt the last hostage situation I encountered while cleaning out the inn, but these dastardly fools all t their fate at the hands of my Shadow Demon.
Of the survivors we managed to rescue, the majority were young won, with a small minority being n. However, these n all shared one common trait in that they looked slender and submissive. The kind that would never raise a sound even if you hit them. And as if to prove that point, we found bruise marks all over them.
Amongst the survivors, we found a dozen or so students, so male and so female, all in bad shape. The female students were what the hoodlums considered fresh goods, while the more attractive looking male students werent spared as well
Once we were done settling in the survivors, Bitong left Qiaoqiao behind to guard them, while she herself ca up to .
Ke, we cant keep them here forever, they have no way of defending themselves. We dont have enough people to guarantee their safety either. And this inn is hard to defend as a shelter.
Bitong continued, The only reason those hoodlums chose this area was because of the luxurious setting. Their leader is able to control the undead, so no matter where they picked, they would be just as safe. But we dont have that ability. Once the undead assault this inn, we cant hold this inn. We need a plan soon.
I know we cant stay here long. But finding a location to relocate to will take so ti. I fell silent for a long while. How about we lead so of the surviving soldiers or policen here first? We can find a new shelter once weve done that.
Bitong thought about it as well. Hmmm that should work. Its not like we have the numbers to safely escort them elsewhere anyway. But Ke are you sure about that thing?
As she said that, she glanced in the direction of the bony giant the size of a hill. Even though the tri-colored hoodlum was dead, his little abomination was still there. Because of its grotesque appearance, it gave the entire courtyard a haunted look.
Its fine, Ive already checked it for a Soul Fla.
Despite what I said, I was a little perplexed by the giant as well. Why hadnt it collapsed yet? Why didnt the system give a notification to slay it? Neither was there so notification to say that I had slain it. Even so, based on my observations, it was most likely dead.
I see Anyway, that giant gives the creeps, I still think we should get out as soon as possible, said Bitong.
Mhm, I agree. I nodded in agreent. Floater. I opened up the comms channel to contact Floater who had just left for the entrance to chase down an undead she spotted. Ill leave the safety of this area to you. Im planning to gather up the nearby policen and soldiers.
Roger. She answered while still firing at the undead.
I have the coordinates given to by Aunty Xinqing, that should be enough to find them Im off then.
Be safe, and co back quickly. Bitong waved her hands as if she was bidding farewell to her husband leaving for work. Well be waiting for you right here.
I wont be long. Looking at that longing look in her eyes, I flashed a quick smile before taking to the skies with a flap of my wings. Dont forget to prepare so food and water for those survivors. Ill leave them in your care
With that done, I flew off towards the west. According to the map, the closest group of Federation combatants were ten kiloters away from . Not a far distance, even with Southern Plains in its current state.
As I continued flying along the shortest path to the survivors, I continuously observed the surroundings beneath . Zombies filled every corner of the streets, peppered with so skeletal beasts. Due to their sheer size, they would often bump into the mindlessly wandering zombies, but they had no particular reason to avoid them, so they just squashed them.
By now, most of the four million or so residents in the city were all dead, so the streets werent filled with screams of terror like yesterday. Neither were there any calls for help. Those who were still alive at this point, either had so sort of ability, or were protected themselves.
A short while later, I arrived at my destination: a towering building that was at least a couple dozen stories high. Before the crisis, it was known as Shamanta Trade Center, a giant supermarket that sold everything. Maybe not slaves but in all honesty, Shamanta Trade Center was a famous supermarket that had branches spanning Gaia.
The Federation combatants I was searching for were located sowhere in that building. A logical choice, given how much supplies were in that single building. Yet with how high the human traffic must have been, especially since the virus struck in the day, the majority of custors probably never left the building at all
I nosedived towards the rooftop, ignoring the screaming winds around as I made a solid touch down. But before I had even stabilised myself, dozens of zombies ca swarming towards , eyes ravenous and teeth glistening.
Hmph. Mindless trash.
I beat my wings, launching a wave of energy feathers at the lowly monsters who dared to attack . Each feather managed to pierce a zombies head before exploding in a flashy burst of blood and light.
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