"Madeline, don't be sad. Samuel's been gone for a long time. That wasn't really Samuel," a voice tried to console her gently. "No… my husband… Samuel…" Madeline's voice cracked with heartbreak. Another man's voice cut through the tension. "Landon, look! That's Tobias and the others! They've all turned into zombies." Landon's heart clenched. Isabelle gripped his arm tightly, seeking comfort as much as offering it. "I'm scared too," she whispered. Theresa suddenly understood why, in her past life, Landon had become a lone wolf. Was he really leading a child's troop? Soon enough, a rental villa appeared before them. Their armored vehicle stopped for a moment, drawing the nearby zombies in like moths to a flame. One by one, the vehicle crushed and eliminated the creatures."There's a car over there. You all get out here," Theresa ordered once the area was quiet. She wasn't planning to take these helpless ones any further. Landon knew Theresa was already being more than kind—they were just tagging along, after all, and she had her own mission. "Be careful getting out," Landon warned, staying behind last. "You want to head to the military camp?" he asked. "You know the way?" "Go straight up this road, then turn right. But the right turn is blocked by a landslide—you'll have to walk about 1,000 feet to reach the camp." Theresa nodded. "Take care of yourselves." "Thanks," Landon said, leading the group down the road. Zombies still occasionally lunged from the shadows, but they had to deal with those on their own now. Theresa's vehicle headed further uphill. It wasn't long before they reached the landslide site Landon had warned about. After everyone got out, they walked to the buried entrance of the weapons depot. "Dig here," Theresa instructed. "Got it." Once they settled on a spot, the military-grade shovels began tearing through the dirt with sharp efficiency. The group of men worked quickly, backs to the sky, unearthing the entrance in no time. They'd been lucky—except for a zombie encounter on the way in, none appeared as they made their way inside. The depot was guarded by numerous security gates, but Lucas, using information from Bennie and his military contacts, quickly cracked the codes. Finally, Theresa stepped into a cavern of war supplies: millions of bullets stacked in crates, rows of rifles, submachine guns, pistols, heavy machine guns, and large-caliber firearms. There were warehouses full of grenades, flashbangs, tear gas, bombs, and landmines—everything they could imagine. "Theresa, take it all!" "Theresa, take it all!" echoed the others. These were supplies belonging to the Blazing Sun Alliance! With this cache, every member of the alliance could be armed. Though they rarely used firearms, the weapons were far from useless. This haul significantly boosted the Blazing Sun Alliance's strength. Theresa had claimed the stockpile under Quentin's name, even though the supplies ended up in her hands. It was clear to everyone why Theresa kept Quentin close at all times. As they loaded up for the return trip, thunder rumbled overhead. The ground beneath them shook violently. It felt like the earth itself might split apart. Kyle shouted from the entrance, "Theresa! It's raining outside!" The word "rain" sent a shock through Theresa's mind. No way—the landslide was coming! "Run!" she yelled. Grabbing Quentin with one hand and Tyger with the other, she sprinted toward Kyle by the entrance. The others could fend for themselves. In less than twenty seconds, Theresa had safely led her group outside. Just then, torrents of rain poured down. Mud began sliding from the freshly dug entrance, and with a thunderous crash, a huge chunk of earth buried half the doorway.Theresa pushed everyone aside and shouted, "Kyle, get Tyger in the car and start it!" She turned back, digging away massive clumps of mud blocking the way. "Hurry up!" she called inside. Lucas and the others couldn't keep up—they were only halfway through. Theresa's hands moved fast, clearing the mud and rocks despite being soaked by the heavy rain. Kyle and Tyger watched her with unspoken awe. Especially Tyger—when Theresa had grabbed him and Quentin first to run, he knew he had made the right choice. Theresa was someone they could trust. Someone worth treating like family. Kyle didn't need instructions—he followed Theresa's orders instinctively.He sprinted toward the vehicle, clearing the way for Tyger to start the engine and find a path out.