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Chapter 1059 Missed Opportunities - Killing Floor
Chapter 1059 Missed Opportunities - Killing Floor
Chapter 1059 Missed Opportunities - Killing Floor
Doing what I suggested had pros and cons and the most advantageous thing about this setup was that complacency would just be thrown out the window because everyone else would be on their toes or in high alert—not to mention the discourse it would cause just from the forced misinformation from the enemies' side—but the drawback was that aside from accidents to occur, it would be mentally draining to be watching out and being mindful as to where they were currently placed at any given time.
To be fair, this was one of those things that looked really good on paper and would totally work for a camp that had small numbers, but this would be next to impossible to pull off with my numbers at home.
And with our aggressive campaign to clear groups of zombies and reclaim as much territory while boarding up the surplus, we even had to recall our "Killzones" where we placed automated traps or repositioned them much, much further to be feasible.
In any case, we only talked for a bit more before we said our goodbyes because our goal was to reach the Marine base in Subic on or before sundown. Reaching Jessica by noon was also our goal but the number of stops we were making just to clear hordes and loot abandoned facilities were slowing us down.
"Alright… Good shit, Moses, but Jane and Eric, we don't care whatever it is you do in your 'free time' but keep your radios on, yeah?"
"Ah— Umm—/ Y-Yeah… sure…"
"Goodbye again, sir!"
With that said, we followed the road by the river and drove for a good 20 or so minutes before I slightly let off the pedal and glanced at the entrance of JED's Island Resort which was a waterpark that existed even before I was born, but its poor state just made me go back to the pace we were in earlier.
'Now's not the time…'
Quinn was the first one to inquire about it:
"What's up with that place?"
"It's a waterpark."
"I could see that but why did you… you know? Looked nostalgic and shit from seeing that…"
"Eh~ It's just been a custom for us to visit that place with everyone back home and even though the decor could use some work, the luxury cars a bit further in—"
"What kind of cars?! Why didn't you start with that?!"
"We don't have the time, alright? The place's probably infested and would take a day or two to completely clear. We're not even sure if the cars are still there but from the last time we visited, there were a couple of Ferraris, a Porsche, a Lambo, and a Maserati among Benzs and Bentleys. The owner's a casual collector and loves to show off his stuff but everything he had is probably stock and hadn't been driven ever since they were in the huge display case…"
Quinn huffed, "Fucking dumbass… He should've been firing it a few times a week at least… Why bother collecting stuff if you're not gonna play with it… He should've just fabricated a body if he's just gonna show it off…"
"True~"
After driving straight the main highway for 30 minutes and passing another municipality that had a moderate number of deadheads walking around, we reached the junction that would either lead us to Subic Bay if we drove for three more hours or to Jessica's Airport which would only take 30 more minutes give or take.
The answer was the latter obviously because this wasn't the only road that would lead us to the Marine base though it was the shortest route given our current location.
But yeah, it didn't take long before we had to make a full stop because we couldn't just ignore the undead we were driving past, and even if the cadets and trainees had free reign to shoot down the ones that were following behind, our convoy had once again attracted enough attention.
We weren't exactly trying to be quiet but just to make our lives a little harder now so it'll be a little easier later, a few unsuppressed shots followed by the continuous thumping from one of our vehicles' speakers gathered the undead from every direction.
It was up to Artem and his group to advance as much as possible, so we would have at least a decent area to put them down one by one and so that we wouldn't get boxed out, while the cadets and the trainees at the back would be in charge of blocking off another path with the bulk of cargo.
This time, everyone was allowed to fire their guns because we already made a lot of noise, but I still rushed forward with only my blade drawn because Kaley had my back.
She was in charge of taking care of the ones on my blindspot while Jared was the one in charge of putting down anything that moved a little quicker than normal, and as always, Tatiana was our resident jungler that could pop out from anywhere needed. Furthermore, Quinn was the one I left behind the wheel and Ibarra was there to do the same job as Tatiana but in a more passive way and just the area between the six-wheeler and my Raptor.
With that said, I was already hearing automatic fire from where Artem and the rest took a turn while the ones further behind me sounded like carefully placed shots that came from pistols.
Being in the front deprived me from knowing what was happening from all sides but I was doing everything I could to gather information—the way everyone was firing their guns for example—to figure out if they were in a pinch or if I could readjust the initial positions we took.
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*bzzt*
"RUBEN AND BRIAN! FOLLOW MY TRAIL AND START PULLING THE BODIES OFF THE ROAD! ARTEM! YOU CAN DRIVE FURTHER IN, RIGHT UNTIL YOU REACH THIS ELEMENTARY SCHOOL NAMED MAINPIS OR WHATEVER AND YOU CAN TURN LEFT TO THAT AND THEN LEFT AGAIN ONCE YOU REACH THE BREWERY SO YOU CAN LOOP AROUND! YOU DON'T HAVE TO SPRAY THEM WITH EVERYTHING! DO IT IN BURSTS AT LEAST! COPY?!"
*bzzt*
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*bzzt*
[COPY!]
*bzzt*
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*bzzt*
[COPY TOO, SIR!]
*bzzt*
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After that quick exchange, I rushed to this cluster of 5 to 7 biters but they were already a cluster of four when I reached them because Kaley already bored a lead projectile into their skulls. That made pieces of their skull and what remained of their brains sprayed on the pavement though it only took almost the same slashes before their bodies collectively hit the floor.