Zombie Apocalypse: I Have Safe Zone Superpower

Chapter 404: Chapter 404: Arthur’s Arrival

They tried to attract survivors, but only around a hundred had joined before their scheme was exposed.

People quickly realized the truth, the Black Vultures charged exorbitant prices just for ”protection” and offered little else.

In contrast, Ivy’s base was affordable, fair, and stable.

People flocked to it

Loyal soldiers followed her willingly.

Looking at the numbers, Ivy couldn’t help it.

A wide grin slowly spread across her face.

This time, she had her spies activated without hesitation, the invisible web she had been weaving finally tightening.

The plan was already clear in Ivy’s mind, sharp and merciless; she would take over the military base.

Since the base was connected directly to the person she cared about the most, then these few termites nesting inside had to be kicked out, one by one.

The faint scent of cold metal and ink lingered in her room as she leaned back, fingers tapping rhythmically against the table.

A satisfied smile slowly curved her lips.

’They really thought they could harm Silas, and I would remain silent,’ she thought, her eyes darkening with amusement.

Far away from her, the military base had descended into utter chaos.

Shouts echoed through the corridors, boots scraped against concrete, and panic hung thick in the air like smoke.

For a brief moment, Silas and Dante even considered dumping all their remaining supplies into the crowd, hoping desperation would dull their fangs and stop them from blocking their escape. The noise clawed at their nerves.

Silas’s jaw tightened as another wave of shouting surged outside.

Despite his complicated feelings, worry gnawed at his chest.

His old father was still in the base, frail and stubborn, and though Silas had never liked the man, he didn’t want him dying from a sudden heart attack amid this madness.

He turned to Dante, his gaze sharp and resolute.

”You and Talia should leave. Now,” he said, his voice low but firm. ”I’ll handle the rest.”

Dante shook his head immediately, frustration flashing across his face.

”And let you face this alone? Don’t joke with me. I’m staying. Talia and Alice can go. And you should go along with them just in case they need someone to protect them.”

Silas’s brows furrowed, and he shook his head just as firmly.

”There’s no way I’m taking responsibility for Alice here. I have already asked Asher to take Mom away. What matters is that you and Talia leave safely. Don’t waste time.”

Dante opened his mouth to argue again, his chest rising with anger, when the office door suddenly rattled violently.

The loud banging echoed through the room, each strike sending a jolt through their spines. Both men turned grim at the same time.

’Frank... or his dogs,’ Silas thought, inhaling slowly to steady himself.

He walked to the door, every step heavy, and pulled it open.

At least ten people stood outside, filling the narrow corridor. Yet instead of hostility, their faces were filled with something unexpected...hope and admiration.

Their eyes clung to Silas and Dante as if they were lifelines.

For a split second, Silas braced himself, suspecting a trap, expecting fake allies waiting to sink their knives in.

Then one of them spoke, his voice earnest.

”We’re here because Miss Ivy deployed us. We heard what happened. Miss Ivy is going to help.”

Silas’s eyes widened slightly before a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

’As expected... my wife never disappoints,’ he thought, warmth and pride flickering briefly through the tension.

”Come in,” he said decisively. ”Close the office door behind you.”

The reason he trusted them, despite knowing nothing about their backgrounds, lay in their presence. Their aura was clean, unfamiliar.

They didn’t move like trained soldiers, nor did they reek of resentment or desperation. They looked like people with purpose, not rage.

Once inside, the man who had knocked stepped forward and extended his hand.

”Kara,” he introduced himself.

Silas clasped it firmly. The grip was steady.

”Ivy instructed us to steal the food from Frank’s house,” Kara continued.

”And make sure the news reaches him that he can buy food. He’s already tempted. We also spread word that the Blackthorn family was looted. All you need to do now is pretend.”

Silas nodded slowly, his mind racing. In truth, he had already heard the rumors circulating... that he had been robbed.

At first, irritation had flared within him. ’Who dared spread such nonsense?’

It wasn’t that he was not touched, but he was worried that the move was done by his enemy.

But as events unfolded in his favor, he understood.

Whoever started it was protecting him. Instead of reacting, he focused on calming the more aggressive part of the crowd.

After all, the chaos wasn’t entirely organic. Frank’s people were fanning the flames, scheming constantly, ensuring that even the smartest among the crowd never considered buying food from Ivy’s base.

They would rather provoke and oppose a general who was preparing to leave than allow logic to prevail.

Silas exhaled deeply, the stale air burning his lungs. His eyes swept across the restless crowd outside the office, and suddenly, an idea sparked.

”Wait here,” he told Kara and the others.

Without another word, he turned and began rummaging through Dante’s confidential documents.

Papers rustled, the smell of ink and dust filling the room as he pieced everything together. When he finally straightened, a clear plan had formed in his mind.

Meanwhile, far away from the base, Arthur stared at Ivy’s base with a grim expression.

His fists clenched as he strode toward the security checkpoint, where a guard was busy checking someone else’s background.

”I want to meet Ivy,” Arthur demanded, his voice tight.

The guard glanced at him briefly and recognition flickered instantly. This man was infamous.

The one who had publicly claimed Ivy had given him pleasure. Everyone knew the truth now. Everyone knew he had lied.

Disdain crossed the guard’s face.

”Don’t cause trouble. Leave,” he said coldly.

Humiliation burned Arthur’s chest, crawling up his neck, but he swallowed it down.

”If Ivy doesn’t come out,” he snapped, eyes blazing, ”then I’m not leaving. And I won’t hesitate to make a scene right here.”