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As night fell over the apocalypse, an eerie silence enveloped the ruins of the city, occasionally pierced by the chilling roars of zombies, echoing like wails of the damned across the dark sky.
Lilian and Frode moved cautiously under the cover of darkness towards Dawn Base.
Along the way, Frode remained vigilant, scanning their surroundings and ready to confront any potential danger. Lilian trailed closely behind him, her heart heavy with unease.
At last, they arrived at Dawn Base.
The gates of the base stood firmly shut, surrounded by towering walls constructed from thick bricks, marked by the scars of time and battle.
Guards patrolled atop the walls, weapons in hand, their eyes alert as they scanned the horizon. Frode stepped forward and called out to the guards, "Open up! It's me, Frode!"
Upon hearing his voice, one guard looked down and recognized Frode. A smile broke across his face as he hurriedly opened the gate.
As they stepped into the base, a cacophony of voices greeted them.
A burly man with a muscular build spotted Frode and his eyes lit up. He approached with a hearty laugh, glancing at Lilian for a moment before teasingly asking, "Frode, where did you pop up from? And who’s this stunning beauty by your side?"
As he spoke, several of Frode's acquaintances gathered around, their curious gazes fixed on Lilian.
Lilian was strikingly beautiful; she wore a simple off-the-shoulder top that perfectly showcased her graceful neck. Her skin glowed against the bleak tones of the apocalypse. Paired with ultra-short denim shorts, her long, slender legs were on full display, exuding an undeniable charm with each step she took.
Men passing by—whether young or old—couldn't help but be drawn to her. Some gazed at her in awe while others looked on with hungry eyes, as if they had stumbled upon a rare treasure in this desolate world. In contrast, women regarded her with disdainful glances filled with jealousy or discontent, whispering among themselves.
Frode frowned slightly and waved his hand dismissively. "She's just someone I found during a mission; she'll be joining our base soon." With that, he led Lilian further into the heart of the base.
Liliane sensed the complex gazes around her, her cheeks flushing slightly as a wave of unease washed over her. Instinctively, she leaned closer to Frode.
As they entered the base, Liliane was greeted by a scene bustling with activity and order.
People were busy at their posts; some were transporting supplies, struggling with heavy boxes that seemed burdensome in their hands, yet they persevered with gritted teeth. Others were repairing weapons, focused on sharpening blades, sparks flying around them.
Although the buildings here were mostly dilapidated, with peeling walls and roofs that leaked in places, it felt like a haven compared to the outside world overrun by zombies and fraught with danger.
Frode guided her smoothly into the main hall of the base, where they encountered the leader, Daphne.
Daphne was tall and striking in a black gown that accentuated her poised stature. Her expression was stern, and her eyes resembled cold stars, exuding an icy aura that sent shivers down one’s spine.
She scrutinized Liliane sharply and asked in a chilling tone, “Who is she? Why did you bring her back?”
Frode recounted the events leading up to their arrival and requested Daphne to take Liliane in.
Daphne furrowed her brow slightly, pondering for a moment before saying, “The base has limited resources; we cannot afford to support idle people. If she wishes to stay, she must contribute to the base.”
Ultimately, it was decided that Liliane would cultivate crops in the base's farmland in exchange for her daily needs.
“I will do my best. Thank you for giving me this opportunity,” Liliane replied quickly, her eyes filled with sincerity.
Daphne nodded slightly, indicating her agreement for Liliane to remain.
She looked at Liliane with an unwavering coldness and said, “You may leave now; Frode and I have matters to discuss.”
Liliane felt as if she had been granted a reprieve and quickly stepped back, casting a grateful glance at Frode as she left.
Once Liliane's figure disappeared beyond the door, Daphne's gaze sharpened instantly. She turned to Frode and asked, "How did the communication go with the surrounding bases? Are they willing to return resources?"
Frode frowned, his expression serious as he replied, "They said that the resources we have are also available to them. For now, they refused to cooperate with us, stating that they would contact us if they needed anything in the future. They did give us five Fourth-Order Zombie Crystals as a gift for you." With that, Frode pulled out a small cloth bag from his pocket and poured five glowing white Zombie crystals into his palm, offering them to Daphne.
Daphne glanced at the crystals and let out a cold laugh, her voice dripping with disdain. "These people really know how to calculate. They think that by giving us just five crystals, they can secure a good relationship for future resources. Being so arrogant while refusing to exchange supplies with us—what makes them think higher-level bases will trade with them?"
She paused, a flicker of displeasure crossing her eyes before continuing, "Their shortsightedness will surely lead to their downfall."
Then, Daphne waved her hand dismissively at Frode. "Forget it. Take the newcomer Liliane to Potato Base; they need people there. Let her get to work."
Frode nodded in agreement. "Understood, Leader," he said before turning to leave.
"Wait," Daphne suddenly called him back. "Keep an eye on her. I have a feeling this girl is not simple."
Frode was momentarily taken aback but then nodded. "I understand."
He turned and exited the room, pondering to himself that Liliane's arrival was indeed somewhat suspicious. Yet in this post-apocalyptic world, who didn't have their own secrets?
He hurried toward the place where Liliane was waiting, ready to take her to Potato Base and help her start a new life at Dawn Base.
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