Chapter 214 No idea for the title, sorry

Chapter 214 No idea for the title, sorry

Bang! Clang! Kaching!

'I never thought that metal and concrete can make so many different noises,' Mathew thought, taking a look behind his shoulder where the four unlucky hunters and one volunteer swung around the spears that Mathew provided them with. Yet, rather than striking them down against zombies, they continued to mash them into the rubble left on the topmost floor, pushing it down the massive hole in the middle of the entire floor.

"Faster!" Carol shouted in a deep, perfectly wrathful voice. "This trash does not move so why the fuck do you hesitate?!" she scolded the man nearest to her like some sort of seasoned drill sergeant.

"To think that she would be such a great fit," Mathew muttered under his nose, bringing his head back to its natural position only to observe how the very same junior that came up with the leveling scheme was now doing his very best to manage all the other survivors with just his feeble voice alone.

"Come on guys, I know it's not fun but we still need to clean this classroom!" he cried out, lacking as a leader in every way one could possibly attribute to the role.

Just like Mathew assumed before, the two classrooms that the survivors had access to in the part of the floor they were in were used for two distinctive purposes. One served as the toilet with a makeshift pool of shit created from stacked-up desks and chairs while the other room served as both the storage for their supplies and a dining room.

Yet, with Mathew's plans for the fortress, they were now tasked with the unpleasant job of clearing all of it up so that those two rooms could be given a real purpose.

"You will never get them to work hard like that," Carol said, suddenly appearing by her schoolmate's side.

"Huh?" Mathew's junior jumped when the girl appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, by his side.

"I was told to help you out, so watch and learn," Carol grinned when seeing the reaction of the feeble nerd from the same school year as her. "Hey," she then shouted, turning her attention to the rest of their surviving schoolmates who clearly couldn't put any heart into their shitty work. "I don't give a fuck whether you are a girl or a man!" the girl screamed out from the bottom of her lungs. She then slammed the butt of her spear against the floor. "If those classrooms are not cleaned out perfectly by the sunset, you lot will all sleep in the one you picked for a fucking bathroom!"

Mathew raised his eyebrows.

Ever since he gave power to this junior of his, she continued to positively surprise Mathew over and over again. First, with her eagerness to be of use, then by her talent to order others around, and now, with how easily she managed to achieve what her year mate failed to do at all.

Hearing Carol's threats made all the survivors that she didn't pick for the hunting squad suddenly start working.

'The question is, how much of this enthusiasm will be left once she turns her eyes away and goes back to training her team,' Mathew pondered, stealing a glance at the junior of his that was supposed to be the leader of all the workers.

"I..." the young man muttered, only to lower and then avert his eyes. "I'm sorry, I don't really have the ability to make them work," he said, tightening his fists as he lowered his head in preparation for his own share of scolding.

"It's fine," Mathew said, waving his hand over how little he cared about the topic. "Do you think I knew how to fight when I first stood face to face with a zombie?" he then asked, keeping his eyes on the survivors rather than pressuring his junior by staring him down. "Or do you think that any of my girls were the kind of crazy fighters when they had to pick up their own weapons?"

The young man's eyes inevitably moved over to Carol, who by now was back to overseeing her hunting squad. He then moved his eyes back and brought them up to Mathew's face.

"Well, yeah," this time it was Mathew's turn to avert his eyes. "Carol appears to be pretty much special," he admitted, glancing over at the girl currently insulting the entire lineage of the very man that was the only one to volunteer for the job.

She was happy to have someone join her squad of their own volition. But that didn't mean Frank wouldn't get his fair share of dragging through the mud.

"But I have faith in you," Mathew then said, turning back to the young man who was still looking at him with a mixture of disbelief and hope on his face. "You are the first person from our year to come up with an idea so bright it temporarily blinded me," he admitted, patting over his shoulder. "Trust me when I say that you have more potential than anyone else."

The younger boy's eyes started glowing after hearing such words coming out of Mathew's mouth.

"Now go," Mathew ordered as he took one step back, wanting to give the kid some space to himself.

"Yes, sir!" Mathew's junior replied. The few words of praise that Mathew offered apparently sufficed to lift the young man's spirits, reigniting his desire to prove himself that was buried under the thick layer of anxiety.

"And with that said..." Mathew muttered, escorting the back of his underling with his eyes for a moment before turning around and taking a look out of the window. "I guess I will have to hurry Carol up a bit," he then added, watching how Daria and Leila continued to run in circles by the ruins of the southern wing, chased by the few zombies that they managed to kidnap.

For now, everything that Mathew wanted to achieve within the school fortress was now either done or in the process of being completed. Even the zombies for training the hunting squad awaited to meet their fate, currently busy with Mathew's girls.

And that meant only one thing.

"Carol!" Mathew shouted, not moving an inch from his spot by the window.

"Yes, my dear husband?" the girl replied, appearing by Mathew's side right away as if she wasn't a mage but a damned sprinter.

"I won't bother to comment on that husband part," Mathew replied, only to shake his head and then point at the courtyard with a prod of his chin. "Get your people ready. I need to free the two of them so we can go out, and I don't feel happy with the idea of letting those five zombies roam freely around the school."