CatOfTheLandlord

In a city besieged by a relentless zombie outbreak, Helen and Anne struggle to survive, fortified by their resourcefulness and an unlikely ally, Chris Carter. As they navigate the treacherous landscape of a deserted metropolis, they must confront not only the external threats of the undead but also the internal challenges of trust, hope, and the haunting realization that rescue may never come. Join them on a gripping journey where every decision could mean the difference between life and death, and discover the unexpected bonds that form in the face of a world gone mad.

The Survivor's Talk

My eyes hurt intensely, and my vision grew more blurred by the moment.

What would Lucas Westwind do next?

I genuinely hadn't planned a way out.

The fact that the plan had reached this stage was already far beyond my expectations.

"Three weapons, all placed on the ground." He shouted towards the door. "The remaining twelve people, line up across from the warehouse."

His memory and observational skills were equally astonishing; he calculated the number of people and weapons without error.

I also knew that once everyone was disarmed and lost their ability to fight back, the man behind me would undoubtedly commence a massacre.

"Where's Zenith Franklin?" Lucas suddenly grew suspicious. "Why isn't he responding?"

"You still don't seem to understand," Chris's voice remained calm and measured. "From now on, who to negotiate with and how is no longer your decision."

Lucas ignored this remark and immediately pushed me towards the door.

Everyone was standing in the rain.

Hudson Blake and the others were securely tied up, their weapons now in Chris and Ethan Jackson's hands.

A quick glance revealed that Zenith Franklin was the only one missing from the group.

"Where is he?" Lucas demanded loudly.

At that moment, someone holding a gun walked over from the other side of the rooftop.

"I think your conditions are too much," said Zenith Franklin, and I noticed his chest heaving heavily. Through the rain, the two men silently confronted each other.

"Let's compromise," Zenith Franklin spoke after a while. "I will surrender my weapon."

"Not enough," Lucas demanded more. "You need to tie your hands behind your back."

Among these three, he was most wary of Captain Franklin. When it came to shooting, an ordinary person's mental state couldn't compare to that of a soldier.

Tied up, Zenith Franklin turned to show the ropes around his hands.

Chris stood nearby, his stance with the gun quite standard, but I knew he was an amateur.

The fire escape door was already open, and Lucas pushed me outside.

The cold rain hit my body, making me shiver involuntarily. My muddled mind gradually became clearer.

After entering the passage, Lucas ordered them to lock the door from the inside.

Once that was done, he didn't leave immediately but waited behind the door.

and the iron door kept banging against the frame and lock.

My heart was in my throat. Now the initiative was back in Lucas's hands.

At any sign of disturbance inside, he wouldn't hesitate to open fire.

However, besides the wind and rain, the rooftop remained silent.

After what seemed like an eternity, ensuring no one was following, he finally started moving down with me.

The fire escape was dimly lit, and I nearly missed several steps.

Anne's words seemed to have comforted him greatly.

Lucas's mood was much more stable, at least no longer appearing desperate.

If he had to be somewhat polite to me before leaving, what would he do afterwards? Lucas Westwind wouldn't mind teaching me a lesson, and this time it wouldn't be just a minor injury.

No Way Out