Chapter 543: Mass release (1/3)

Chapter 543: Mass release (1/3)

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(????A/N: I see what seems to be a small fraction of you guys who are either bored of or don't like the zombie arc, so I've decided to put out three chapters today in order to help speed things along a little. Enjoy the extra chapters ????ps- Peter and MJ have already moved on to a new universe in the latest chapters on patréon. pps- the GIF/Pic contest is in the third chapter.)

The following day dawned with a renewed sense of purpose as the soldiers, having successfully cleared the entire town, now shifted their focus to the challenging task of gating off the area.

In a meeting room at the hospital, Peter, MJ, Major Lewis, Joel, and Tommy gathered around a table adorned with maps of Georgia, the remnants of a bygone era when paper maps were still indispensable.

Peter, pointing toward the east coast of the map, took the lead in the discussion. "Our next move is to raid the shipping docks," he declared. The others exchanged curious glances, prompting Peter to elaborate. "We're not just going for supplies, although that's a bonus. We need the shipping containers."

Confusion lingered in the room until Peter unveiled his plan. "These containers will be the foundation of our perimeter. But thin sheeted metal won't hold against the infected, so we'll need to fill them with concrete or asphalt, reinforced with rebar if possible. It's the simplest and most efficient way to create a sturdy barrier around the town."

Nods of understanding passed through the group. The idea of repurposing shipping containers not only for their original contents but also for fortifying their newfound home resonated as a practical solution.

The only problem would be getting enough asphalt and concrete, as normal stores wouldn't hold that much at a time. Abandoned construction areas and storage spaces should have exactly what they need though.

Joel raised a practical concern. "What about a gate?" he questioned. "How are we supposed to get in and out while keeping the infected at bay?"

Peter, taking a sip from a water bottle, considered the question. "We might have to fashion our own gate or reinforce an existing one if we find something suitable while we're out. But for now, let's just focus on getting everything that we need."

As he says that, Peter turns to the Major. "We'll be taking some men with us, but only around a hundred. While we're gone, I need you to lead another group to start burning the infected bodies that are lying all over town..." He says as he turns deathly serious. "Listen to me very carefully. You need to make sure that everyone who comes into contact with these bodies are in gloves, long sleeved clothing, and wearing respiratory masks, do you understand?"

The Major nodded his head, "Yes, sir."

"Good, because I don't want to come back and find out that some brain dead idiots got themselves infected." Peter stated before adding, "And the same goes for any fungus or mold growing around town. It needs to be burned and dealt with using extreme caution."

"Don't worry, I'll lead the operation myself." The Major assured him. "We'll do everything as you said."

With the expedition plan in place, as well as the clean up plan, Peter and his usual team geared up for the journey to the shipping docks.N0v3lTr0ve served as the original host for this chapter's release on N0v3l--B1n.

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As Peter and his team prepared for the crucial expedition to the shipping docks, inside a growing survivor camp outside of Atlanta, a different conversation unfolded. The camp, nestled in an old Quarry base, had become a refuge for survivors, and as the influx of people increased, so did the strain on their dwindling supplies.

In a meeting area at the center of camp, surrounded by the rugged remnants of the Quarry, a group of survivors huddled to discuss the impending need for supplies. Glenn, Lori, Shane, Morales, Andrea, T-Dog, Carol, Merle, Daryl, and a few other key members comprised the group.

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The conversation was marked by a sense of urgency as they debated who among them would venture out to gather the necessary supplies. Morales, a calm and measured presence, spoke up, "I'm willing to go. We can't keep relying on what's left. We need more, or we'll be facing a different kind of danger."

A burly man, leader of the hostile survivors, sneered at them. "Thought you could just stroll in and take whatever you want, huh?" He brandished his weapon menacingly, and tensions escalated.

Merle, ever confrontational, shot back with a smirk. "Well, looks like we got ourselves a welcoming committee. Ain't that nice?"

Before words could escalate into more violence, a gunshot rang out, hitting Merle in the arm. "Argh! F*cker!"

Chaos erupted as the Quarry group sought cover, retreating into the supermarket. The hostile survivors, continued to fire in their direction, but soon retreated as they saw a horde running over.

Inside the building, the wounded Merle gritted his teeth. "Those sons of bitches are gonna pay for that."

T-Dog, scanning their surroundings, noticed a swarm of infected drawn by the commotion. "We need to find a way out of here before those things reach us."

As the infected closed in, the Quarry group made a frantic dash through the market, searching for an escape route. A door at the back led them to a narrow alley, but the moans of the infected echoed around them.

In a desperate move, they entered an abandoned building, hoping to evade both the hostile survivors and the approaching infected.

With the infected now swarming the area, the Quarry group found themselves trapped inside the building. The once silent streets were filled with the guttural sounds of the undead.

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Meanwhile, only a few blocks away, Rick, who had just arrived the previous night, heard the gunfire. Suspicious, he stealthily made his way towards the source, wondering if his family might be nearby.

As he approached the supermarket, Rick spotted the Quarry group as they holed themselves up inside the building, locking the door behind them. The tense situation had drawn the attention of the infected, making the environment even more perilous.

Rick, assessing the situation, considered his options. The unknown group was trapped, and the infected wouldn't just leave, not after seeing some tasty food enter the building.

'They might know where Lori and Carl are...' Rick thought as he decided to help them. The only question was how would he do so?

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On the East Coast, hours away from Atlanta, Peter, unaware of the situation Rick's found himself in, just finished clearing a dock yard, filled with hundreds of shipping containers.

With the help of around a hundred armed soldiers, they were able to clear the place in less than an hour. Now, all they had to do was sort through the containers and transport everything back.

As Peter sat back and watched his men do the dirty work, he could help but think. 'Maybe I should start working on a cure? Possibly an anti-fungus gas or smoke to clear out large areas and some sort of vaccine for survivors...'

After all, he didn't plan to stay here much longer. Once the town was secured, and Rick returned with everyone, it would be time for them to head off to the next universe.

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