Chapter 537: Early Wake Up Call

Chapter 537: Early Wake Up Call

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After hours of relentless combat, Peter stood in the center of the once-infested street, his sword glistening with a grim sheen of blood and entrails. Despite the gruesome scene surrounding him, Peter himself appeared untouched, not a speck of gore marring his form. His clothes still pristine, betrayed no sign of the violent battle that had just unfolded.

The street, now a graveyard for the undead, was strewn with the lifeless bodies of rotting zombies. Most lay headless, victims of Peter's swift and precise strikes, while others bore the scars of bullets, courtesy of his allies providing cover from a distance. The combined effort of Peter's group and the military had effectively thinned the herd, clearing the immediate threat that had besieged the hospital.

The air hung heavy with the metallic scent of blood, and the eerie silence that followed the chaos was only broken by the distant moans of straggling zombies. The once-swarming horde had been decimated, and though more would inevitably trickle in, the majority that had overwhelmed the soldiers was now vanquished.

'That should make things easier for them...' Peter thought as he flicked his wrist, flinging the blood off of Michonne's sword.

Amidst the gruesome aftermath, Peter surveyed the scene with a detached sense of accomplishment. The military, having observed his unparalleled prowess from their vantage point, opened a makeshift gate, and Major Lewis, flanked by armed soldiers, stepped out to greet him. The soldiers looked at Peter in a mixture of awe and disbelief, unsure if the man before them was an actual human being or not.

"Quick, come inside before more of those damn things show up," Major Lewis called, his skepticism from earlier replaced with a clear respect.

With a nod, Peter made his way towards the gate, the soldiers parting to allow him entry. As he approached, Major Lewis couldn't help but express his astonishment, "I didn't think you'd last more than a few minutes out there. I know I wouldn't..."

Peter, with a wry smile, replied, "I told you I'd clear the horde."

The soldiers, sensing the newfound opportunity for safety, quickly scurried to close the gate behind Peter, securing the hospital grounds from the lingering threat outside. As the barricade locked into place, Peter radioed his group, instructing them to bring the cars and drive to the hospital. The soldiers, now allies, were prepared to welcome them inside.N0v3lTr0ve served as the original host for this chapter's release on N0v3l--B1n.

Within minutes, the distant hum of engines grew louder as the convoy approached. The soldiers, their weapons at the ready, allowed Peter's group to pass through the gate. MJ, Sarah, Joel, Tommy, Sarah, Michonne, and Andre emerged from the vehicles, their expressions a mix of relief and anticipation.

"Tommy, guard the cars until we're sure we can trust these people." Peter ordered and Tommy nodded, standing beside their vehicles with an assault rifle in hand, eyeing anyone that came near. "The rest of you feel free to explore. This place might have a working shower, so take advantage of it while you can." He gestured towards the hospital entrance.

As the group entered the hospital grounds, the atmosphere inside was a stark contrast to the chaos outside. Patients, soldiers, and survivors alike gazed at Peter with a mix of awe and reverence. Some whispered prayers, others stared in disbelief, and a general sense of gratitude filled the air.

Peter smiles assuredly. "First, I'm willing to share my supplies if it comes to that, but it won't." He shook his head. "For food, most supermarkets have probably been looted by now, and they wouldn't have enough food for everyone here anyway, so we'll go for distribution centers."

Companies often store a significant amount of their food inventory in distribution centers or warehouses. These facilities are strategically located to streamline the distribution to stores in the vicinity of them.

Peter continued. "I don't have the exact locations yet, but it won't take long to find the closest warehouses. Though when I do find them, I'll need your men to help transport everything. After all, if it's just my group doing it, we'll only be able to bring back a small amount. Ideally, I'd like to get as many trucks as we can and completely empty every warehouse we loot."

The Major nodded his head. "Sure, I'll assign some men to help deliver the supplies. What about our ammo?"

Peter smirked. "Fort Benning is close by, isn't it?"

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As Peter continued his discussion with Major Lewis about securing supplies, MJ, having just taken a warm shower and changed into fresh clothes, set out to explore the hospital. Her mission was clear, locate the person they had initially come for, the one she and her husband deemed crucial for their group...

Rick Grimes, the former sheriff's deputy who had been in a coma since a life-threatening gunshot wound, was their next potential recruit.

Wandering through the hospital, MJ discreetly searched every room. After a few minutes, she eventually arrived at a room on the fifth floor. Pushing the door open, she found Rick lying motionless in a hospital bed, a silent figure oblivious to the chaotic world outside.

His face seemed peaceful, untouched by the horrors that had unfolded during his slumber. MJ couldn't help but feel a mix of sadness and pity. The man before her had slept through the entire outbreak, his wife was cheating on him with his best friend, and he wasn't meant to wake up for another month.

With a cautious step forward, MJ approached Rick's bedside. She confirmed his identity, her gaze lingering on his face for a moment before she turned her attention to the task at hand. She knew what needed to be done. Peter had taught her a healing spell, a modest yet effective technique to awaken those in a deep sleep or coma.

Checking the surroundings to ensure no one was watching, MJ cast the spell. A soft glow enveloped her fingers as she extended her hand toward Rick. With precision, she tapped his forehead, unleashing a surge of Eldritch energy.

In response to the mystical touch, Rick's eyes snapped open. A sudden gasp escaped his lips as he jolted upright, disoriented and struggling for breath. The medical equipment in the room, powered by the hospitals emergency generators, beeped urgently, sending signals echoing down the hospital corridors.

Nurses, alarmed by the commotion, hurried to Rick's room. Their faces registered a mix of surprise and confusion as they witnessed the seemingly miraculous awakening of a patient who had been in a deep coma for over a week now.

One nurse eyed MJ warily and asked, "What are you doing in here?"

MJ shrugged. "I was just walking by and heard the beeping..."

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