Chapter 102: Chapter 102: The Last Chance

The atmosphere in the conference room was heavy with tension. Dr. Sachiko stood before the panel of high-ranking officials, her heart pounding as she awaited their judgment. The Prime Minister's expression was stern, and the General's eyes were cold and calculating.

"Dr. Sachiko," the Prime Minister began, his voice echoing with authority, "you were given a final opportunity to deliver significant progress or a viable plan for a cure. The deadline has passed, and you have failed to meet our expectations."

Sachiko's stomach twisted with anxiety. Despite her tireless efforts, she knew the results had been insufficient. The room's silence was oppressive as the officials awaited her response.

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"I understand," Sachiko said, her voice wavering slightly. "I've done everything possible, but the results have not met our standards."

The General's gaze was unrelenting. "We can no longer afford to keep you in the stronghold. Your failure puts us at risk. Therefore, we have decided to remove you from the compound."

A murmur of agreement rippled through the room. Sachiko's heart sank as she realized the gravity of her situation. The stronghold had been her refuge, but now it was about to become a distant memory.

The Prime Minister continued, "You will be provided with minimal supplies to assist in your survival outside the stronghold. We will arrange for a helicopter to take you to an abandoned building in the city. You will be dropped off on the rooftop, and your access to the stronghold will be revoked."

Sachiko's mind raced. The outside world was a perilous place, teeming with zombies and danger. Without the protection of the stronghold, her chances of survival were grim.

The officials prepared to escort her to the helipad. As she left the conference room, Sachiko was given a small backpack containing essential supplies: a few days' worth of food, a water bottle, and a handgun with a limited supply of ammunition. The backpack was heavy with the weight of her predicament.

The helicopter awaited her at the helipad, its rotors whirring in the dusk. Sachiko climbed aboard, the hum of the engine a stark contrast to the silence of the stronghold. As the helicopter ascended, she looked down at the compound, feeling a mix of sadness and apprehension.

The flight was short, but it felt like an eternity. The helicopter descended towards an abandoned building in the heart of the city, its once-grand façade now crumbling and overgrown. The city below was a desolate wasteland, the remnants of civilization swallowed by the encroaching chaos.

The helicopter hovered over the rooftop of the building before lowering to a gentle landing. Sachiko took a deep breath, steeling herself for the challenges that lay ahead. The pilot handed her the backpack and nodded before the helicopter lifted off, disappearing into the evening sky.

Sachiko stood on the rooftop, looking out over the ruined city. The building was old and decrepit, its rooftop covered in debris and neglect. She adjusted the backpack on her shoulders and surveyed her surroundings. The distant sounds of zombies moaning and shuffling echoed through the desolate streets below.

Sachiko stood on the rooftop, looking out over the ruined city. The building was old and decrepit, its rooftop covered in debris and neglect. She adjusted the backpack on her shoulders and surveyed her surroundings. The distant sounds of zombies moaning and shuffling echoed through the desolate streets below.

She noticed a narrow stairway leading down from the rooftop to a lower level of the building. With no other options, Sachiko carefully descended the stairs, the metal creaking under her weight. The building's interior was dim, and a heavy layer of dust covered everything. The air was stale, and the darkness seemed almost palpable.

As she reached the lower floors, Sachiko stumbled upon an old storage room. The door, once sturdy, was now barely hanging on its hinges. She pushed it open and entered, the dim beam of her flashlight revealing dusty shelves and crates strewn about. The room was cluttered, but it provided a semblance of shelter.

Sachiko dragged a few crates to barricade the door, ensuring it would be as secure as possible. The room was small, but it offered a chance to hide away from the dangers outside. She locked the door from the inside and took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart.

The darkness inside the storage room was almost complete, broken only by the faint light of her flashlight. Sachiko's hands trembled as she set down her backpack and took stock of her supplies. The flashlight's beam illuminated her face, reflecting the anxiety and fear etched into her features.

Sachiko knew that the new mutant zombies, which had been reported and seen in drone footage, were far more dangerous than the regular ones. They were faster, stronger, and more aggressive. She had heard about their enhanced abilities and knew that nightfall would bring increased risks. Sёarᴄh the Novёlƒire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Sitting on the floor, Sachiko tried to calm herself. She was terrified, feeling the weight of her predicament. The knowledge that no one had ever survived long in the wasteland only added to her fear. The idea of facing those mutant zombies, coupled with her limited supplies, made her situation seem almost hopeless.

Her fear quickly gave way to tears. She sobbed quietly, the sounds of her distress mingling with the distant moans of zombies outside. The reality of her situation was overwhelming—an isolated, fearful existence with no guaranteed means of survival. Every sound from outside made her flinch, every shadow seemed threatening.

Despite her best efforts, Sachiko felt a crushing despair. She had been given a chance, only to find herself on the brink of collapse. The weight of her failure and the harshness of her new reality bore down on her, and she struggled to find the strength to face another day.

As the darkness outside grew deeper, Sachiko clung to the hope that she might find a way to survive, even if only for a few days. The silence of the storage room was a small comfort, a temporary sanctuary from the chaos that reigned outside. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to find solace in the small, enclosed space as she awaited whatever the night might bring.

while in the other side,As Ryo continued setting up his new home, meticulously arranging his supplies and making sure everything was in its place, he suddenly heard the unmistakable sound of a helicopter in the distance. The noise was faint at first but grew louder as it approached. Instinctively, Ryo tensed.

He knew that helicopters were a rare sight in the current world, and their presence was never a good sign.

He quickly moved to the nearest window and peered outside, trying to gauge the helicopter's direction. The sound was coming from the south, gradually getting louder. Ryo's mind raced as he considered the possibilities. The special forces, known for their relentless pursuit, could be using the helicopter to locate him. If that was the case, he needed to be prepared.

Ryo ducked out of sight and retreated deeper into the house. He grabbed his MP5, ensuring it was loaded and ready for action. He moved with practiced efficiency, positioning himself where he had a clear line of sight to the entrance. He called upon his zombies, his voice low and commanding.

"Protect this area. Do not let anyone approach."

The zombies, always loyal to Ryo's commands, began to position themselves around the house, their dark, lifeless eyes scanning the surroundings. Ryo kept his gaze fixed on the helicopter, now clearly visible as it circled the area. His grip tightened on his MP5 as he waited, the tension in the air palpable.

The helicopter hovered closer, its whirring blades sending gusts of wind through the broken windows of nearby buildings. Ryo watched with a steely determination, ready to take action if necessary. If they landed, he would not hesitate to defend himself. The zombies were his shield, and he trusted them to keep him safe from any threats.

Minutes felt like hours as the helicopter hovered in the vicinity. Ryo remained hidden, his senses on high alert. The helicopter's shadow danced over the buildings, and he could see it making slow, deliberate movements, as if searching for something—or someone.

Then, just as suddenly as it had appeared, the helicopter began to retreat. It lifted higher into the sky, turning away from Ryo's new base. He watched with a mix of confusion and curiosity as it flew off into the distance. The noise gradually faded, leaving behind an eerie silence.

Ryo slowly lowered his MP5, still on edge but relieved that no immediate confrontation had occurred. He grabbed his binoculars and scanned the sky, tracking the helicopter's path. The aircraft moved further away, eventually disappearing beyond the horizon.

Ryo's thoughts swirled as he pondered the helicopter's presence. What could it have been doing here? The town was sparsely populated and overrun with zombies—hardly a prime location for anyone to visit, let alone search.

He decided to investigate. Carefully, he made his way outside, keeping his zombies close. He used his binoculars to survey the area where the helicopter had been. There was no sign of anything unusual—no new survivors, no vehicles, just the usual desolation.

Ryo's curiosity was piqued. He knew that the appearance of the helicopter meant that something or someone had drawn its attention to this area. Whether it was a search for him or another objective, he couldn't be sure. For now, he had to remain vigilant and continue with his preparations.

As the sun began to set, Ryo returned to his new home, his thoughts heavy with the implications of the helicopter's visit. He would need to be more cautious than ever, aware that the world outside was full of surprises and dangers that could impact his plans for survival.

He completed the setup of the solar panel system, ensuring that the energy from the sun was captured efficiently and stored in the battery bank. The new water tank was in place, connected to a rainwater catcher that would ensure a steady supply of fresh water. Ryo had also installed a solar water pump, with pipes running from the small stream nearby, providing a continuous flow of water to the tank.

The process was meticulous, but Ryo was methodical and efficient. The new systems worked flawlessly, providing him with the essentials he needed to live comfortably. The house was now well-equipped, and he felt a sense of satisfaction as he completed each task.

The solar panel system would offer reliable power, the water setup would ensure he had enough to last, and the overall security of the house was reinforced by the additional zombies he had stationed around the perimeter.

As Ryo lay down on the bed in his new home, the exhaustion from the past few days weighed heavily on him. He stared up at the ceiling, his thoughts drifting back to the helicopter. Why had it been here? What had drawn it to this desolate place?

The helicopter's presence was unusual. In a world where survivors were few and far between, and zombies roamed the streets, it was rare for such a high-profile search to be conducted. Ryo considered the possibilities: was it a search for him? Or was it possible that they were looking for something else? His curiosity was piqued, but he had no immediate answers.

He closed his eyes, trying to piece together what he knew. The helicopter's departure had been abrupt, leaving him with more questions than answers. He needed to stay vigilant and be prepared for anything. His new base, though well-fortified, was still vulnerable to unexpected threats.