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The remaining civilians quickly divided the supplies, avoiding Eric’s corpse as much as possible.

With hurried thanks, they disappeared into the shadows of the city, their footsteps fading into the distance.

Aurielle raised an eyebrow at Linsley as they resumed their trek. "Think they’ll make it?"

"Maybe," Linsley said, his tone even, his gaze fixed ahead. "But they’ll have to figure it out on their own. We’ve got our own mission to focus on."

…

The industrial district loomed ahead, its tall factories and warehouses towering like silent sentinels over the crumbling streets.

The shadows here seemed darker, thicker, as if the decay of the world had seeped into the very air. The acrid stench of rust and mildew clung to everything, mixing with the faint coppery tang of dried blood.

Zombies shuffled aimlessly through the open spaces, their groans echoing faintly in the stillness, a constant reminder of the dangers that lurked.

Aurielle crouched behind an overturned dumpster outside the first warehouse, her violet eyes narrowing as she peered through a shattered window.

Her sharp gaze scanned the dimly lit interior, catching glimpses of scattered supplies and promising silhouettes.

"Jackpot," she whispered, a grin spreading across her face. "Generators, tools, fuel cans... This haul could keep us going for weeks."

Linsley stood beside her, crowbar in hand, his expression cautious.

His purple eyes flickered toward the shadowy depths of the warehouse. "Feels like a trap."

"Everything’s a trap if you overthink it," Aurielle quipped, drawing her pistols. She glanced at him with a playful smirk. "Come on, let’s make it quick."

The duo slipped inside through the broken door, their movements careful and deliberate.

The air was cooler in the warehouse, but the faint smell of rot lingered, clinging to the edges of their senses.

Their boots scuffed softly against the cracked concrete floor, and the cavernous silence amplified every faint creak and distant groan of zombies outside.

Aurielle wasted no time, moving with practiced efficiency as she rifled through a nearby toolbox. She pulled out a wrench, some bolts, and a roll of duct tape, tossing them into her backpack.

"I’m calling dibs on those fuel cans," she said in a low voice, the glint of excitement in her eyes betraying her usual sarcasm. "I’ve got big plans for our base."

Linsley grabbed a coil of rope and a handful of nails from a nearby shelf, sliding them into his pack.

He shot her an amused look. "You mean your ’empire,’ right?"

Aurielle chuckled, her grin widening. "You catch on fast."

Before she could elaborate, a sudden crash shattered the eerie calm. The sound echoed through the vast space, metal clattering against concrete.

Both of them froze, weapons raised, their eyes scanning the shadows for the source of the noise.

A low, guttural growl reverberated through the air, followed by the heavy, uneven thud of approaching footsteps.

From the shadows emerged a hulking zombie, its bloated body grotesque and its movements unnervingly fast. Its rotting flesh hung in loose folds, and its cloudy eyes locked onto the duo with feral hunger.

"Lovely," Aurielle muttered, stepping to the side as she opened fire.

Her shots struck the creature’s chest and shoulders, causing it to stagger but not fall.

Linsley didn’t hesitate. He surged forward, his crowbar swinging in a wide arc.

The blow connected with the zombie’s head, the impact sending it reeling back. But the creature recovered almost instantly, lunging at him with unnatural speed and strength.

Aurielle pivoted smoothly, her pistols aimed at the creature’s legs. "Hold still, you oversized meat sack," she growled, firing off several shots.

The bullets found their mark, and the zombie collapsed onto its knees with a guttural snarl.

Linsley seized the opportunity, raising his crowbar high and bringing it down with a sickening crunch.

The creature’s skull caved in under the force of the blow, and its body slumped to the floor, finally still.

The silence that followed was almost oppressive, broken only by the duo’s ragged breathing.

"Well," Aurielle said, holstering her pistols and brushing a strand of hair from her face. "That was disgusting."

"And probably not the last one of its kind," Linsley replied, wiping gore off his crowbar with a grimace.

"Optimistic as ever," she shot back, her grin returning. "Let’s finish up and get out of here before its friends show up."

They moved quickly, filling their backpacks to capacity with whatever supplies they could carry. Fuel cans, spare tools, and even a roll of barbed wire found their way into their haul.

Aurielle snagged a crowbar of her own, testing its weight with a satisfied nod. "I like the feel of this. Might give it a spin."

As they exited the warehouse, the distant moans of zombies reached their ears, a faint chorus carried on the heavy air. Stay connected through novelbuddy

Aurielle’s sharp gaze caught movement at the far end of the street—a small horde of zombies shuffling toward them, drawn by the earlier commotion.

"Think we can make it back without drawing more attention?" Linsley asked, his tone laced with sarcasm.

"Not a chance," Aurielle replied, reloading her pistols with a grin. "But hey, chaos keeps things interesting."

They moved swiftly, ducking into alleys and navigating through the debris-strewn streets.

Zombies clawed at chain-link fences as they passed, their decayed fingers grasping hungrily for any sign of life.

The duo was efficient, dispatching lone stragglers silently to avoid attracting larger groups.

As they rounded a corner into an open street, Aurielle suddenly halted, her pistols raised. Linsley followed her gaze.

A group of five figures stood blocking the path ahead, their lack of NPC tags marking them unmistakably as players.

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Unlike the scattered civilians or shambling zombies they’d encountered, these individuals radiated a mix of confidence and tension, their weapons gleaming under the muted light.

The leader, a man with a lean build and a shock of unruly blond hair, smirked as his group fanned out into a loose semicircle.

He carried a crossbow slung across his back, but his hands rested on the hilt of a large, jagged blade strapped to his side.

"Well, well," he drawled, his voice carrying a mocking lilt. "The Queen of the Amazons and the Emperor himself. Never thought I’d get a shot at two legends in one day."