Zombie Apocalypse: I Have Safe Zone Superpower

Chapter 511: Chapter 511: Entertainment

”That food was already spoiled to begin with.”

Everyone turned toward the sound.

They saw Greta walking over.

Her expression was filled with undisguised disgust.

”I have seen shameless people before,” Greta said coldly, ”but never someone as shameless as Grace.”

The moment Grace heard that familiar voice, her heart dropped.

She looked up, and her face turned pale.

It was Greta.

The same woman who had offered to buy her proper rice that day.

The same woman Grace had tried to manipulate so she could keep the spoiled food and gain extra benefits.

Grace had never expected her to appear here.

”I... I think this woman is lying!” Grace shouted hurriedly. ”Why would she say such things about me? Are you bribed by them?”

Greta let out a short laugh.

”I am not lying,” she replied calmly. ”And I have witnesses.”

She turned and gestured behind her.

Angelina stepped forward.

That day, Angelina had been shopping with Greta as well. Now, feeling everyone’s gaze on her, she gave a firm nod.

”Greta is telling the truth,” Angelina said. ”She even offered to exchange food for Grace, but Grace insisted on taking the spoiled items as if they were some kind of treasure.”

Hearing that, the crowd’s expressions changed instantly.

People began whispering among themselves.

”So she planned this from the start...”

”Trying to twist facts like this...”

”People like this do not deserve to stay here.”

One by one, voices of condemnation rose.

Grace’s confidence shattered. Fear gripped her chest, and she instinctively tried to slip away from the gathering.

But before she could escape, Martha arrived.

She had come as soon as she heard the commotion.

Rubbing her temples tiredly, she looked around at the scene. Ivy was already ill, tensions were high, and now this unnecessary drama had erupted.

Her patience was thin.

Without asking further questions, she looked directly at Grace.

”From next month onward,” Martha said firmly, ”your residency will be revoked.”

The words struck like a hammer.

”You will undergo a new round of interviews. After that, you will work in the Redemption Department for one full month. Only if you pass evaluation will your residency be reconsidered.”

To Grace, it sounded like a death sentence.

She collapsed to the ground, shaking her head frantically.

”You cannot punish me like this!” she cried. ”Please, give me another chance! I will change! I swear I will change!”

But no one paid attention to her pleas.

Instead, several citizens turned toward Mia and Eva, apologizing repeatedly.

”We were wrong to even listen to her.”

”We should not have doubted you.”

Grace looked around at the people she had hoped to manipulate, at Martha’s unyielding expression, at the crowd that now rejected her entirely.

Rage slowly replaced her fear.

’So this is how they treat me...’

Her hands clenched into fists, nails digging into her palms.

’Fine... if they want harmony here...’

Her eyes darkened with hatred.

’Then I will make sure this place loses it completely.’

With that, Grace left.

In truth, she was both humiliated and furious, her earlier threats nothing more than words spoken in anger. As she walked away, her shoulders trembled slightly.

’What can I even do?’ she thought bitterly. ’I have no power here at all.’

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Meanwhile, Greta greeted the now-relieved crowd.

Several people smiled warmly at her.

”You arrived just in time,” one of them said.

Others nodded. ”Young lady, it is rare to see someone so righteous these days.”

Greta only returned a polite smile. Their praise sounded hollow to her ears, like wind brushing past a closed window.

Compliments could not fill an empty stomach, nor could they guarantee survival.

She was about to leave when Mia called out to her. Greta turned back.

Mia looked at her with clear gratitude. ”May I know your name?”

”My name is Greta,” she replied.

Mia nodded. ”Thank you for what you did today.”

”It was nothing,” Greta said gently.

With that, she and her mother left together.

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Recently, Greta had been extremely busy.

Every day was spent preparing for interviews. She wanted to enter the official department of the base because it was the only kind of work that could ensure long-term survival here.

She could not fight.

She was not like her brother Mika, who could protect himself with strength.

’I can only rely on my mind,’ she reminded herself repeatedly.

Her mother was also attending interviews, but the only positions offered to her were cleaning jobs. Even those were difficult to secure.

With no other choice, Greta attended yet another interview the following day.

When she arrived at the location and entered the room, she froze.

The interviewer sitting across the table was Mia.

For a moment, Greta’s mind went blank, but she quickly composed herself and put on a polite smile.

Mia, however, showed no sign of familiarity.

She conducted the interview strictly, her tone professional and sharp, as if she were evaluating a complete stranger.

When it ended, Greta already knew the result.

’I probably failed,’ she thought.

She gave a small, defeated smile and thanked Mia before leaving.

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Mia watched her go, tapping the file thoughtfully.

Truthfully, she was impressed.

If Greta had still been living in the old world, she would likely have held a high-ranking position. Greta was multilingual and possessed multiple degrees, finance, arts, and media, fields that rarely overlapped.

Two entirely different disciplines.

Yet, if applied correctly, such a combination could produce remarkable results.

The problem was that in the apocalypse, neither finance nor art seemed useful for survival, at least not on the surface.

But recently, the base had begun planning something new.

An entertainment and training complex.

Ivy had noticed growing signs of depression, paranoia, and emotional exhaustion among the citizens.

It was a common psychological collapse after a prolonged disaster.

In her previous life, she had seen entire communities break this way. Many survivors had grown so numb that they stopped resisting and allowed themselves to be infected.