System Of The Undead

Chapter 237: Survive Or Perish?

Dimitris and Glenn successfully made their way back to the car, and to their surprise, it was still there. However, it wasn’t in the exact spot where they had left it, indicating that it had been moved. Dimitris called out, assuming there was an undead inside.

He prepared himself for a potential enemy, equipping a rock to smash its head. But something seemed off. He soon realized that the person inside was Carl, not a zombie. Glenn’s tense body language relaxed upon seeing Carl alive.

He now understood that his sacrifice was no in vain because if he hadn’t done what he did, there was a high chance that it would be Carl in his shoes.

Dimitris was relieved that Carl had managed to survive, but he knew that Jason had played a role in it. There was no way Carl could have made it on his own, which raised the question of Jason’s whereabouts.

"You too! I’m glad we all somehow made it. But do you have any news about Jason?" Dimitris asked as he approached the car.

Carl scooted over, allowing Dimitris to take the driver’s seat. Glenn was eager to hear any information about Jason.

"That’s right, Jason. He told me to wait here, and I also have something to tell both of you," Carl said.

"What is it?" Dimitris inquired. He wasn’t surprised that Jason had found a way to survive, but he also sensed that Jason might be keeping something from them.

"If you cover yourself with zombie guts, they won’t be able to smell your presence!" Carl immediately revealed, explaining why he was covered in guts.

Dimitris glanced at Glenn in the backseat, trying to gauge his reaction. Did Glenn already know about this and keep it to himself? But Glenn seemed just as surprised.

"He didn’t know..." Dimitris thought to himself. Meanwhile, Carl was confused as to why Dimitris was reaching for the ignition.

"What are you doing?" Carl asked.

"We’re leaving. We need to get back to the community as soon as possible," Dimitris pointed out. The imminent threat they faced was more important than any one life. Plus, he knew that Jason’s knowledge could prove invaluable.

"W-We can’t leave yet! Jason isn’t here!" Glenn exclaimed, causing Dimitris to hiss in irritation.

They needed to escape, but Glenn was right. As much as Dimitris hated to admit it, he knew they couldn’t leave without Jason.

Dimitris quickly reversed the car, but instead of heading towards the camp, he drove towards the hospital, their initial target.

"Why are you going there?" Glenn questioned, clutching his torso.

"That’s the area where Jason is most likely to be. Or do you no longer want to pick him up?" Dimitris asked, causing a visible sense of relief among the others.

This was what made Dimitris a great leader. He listened to the opinions of those around him, even if he didn’t necessarily like it. Unlike Franklin, who did as he pleased.

Dimitris knew that the threat awaiting them was something he couldn’t even imagine. But he had a hunch that if they abandoned Jason, there would be no hope in this apocalypse.

Sanders realized the gravity of the situation with Sam. If he allowed Sam to leave, who knew what havoc he could unleash upon humanity?

Yet, Sanders also knew that Sam was his best chance of survival in this dire situation. For now, he had to find a way to gain Sam’s trust, although he understood that Sam would never let his guard down.

Initially, Sanders had believed that Sam had lost all hope and given up on life. However, it was the complete opposite.

Sam had discovered a newfound purpose in this seemingly meaningless world.

"Colonel, do you hate me?" Sam asked, catching Sanders off guard. It was such a random question that even Sanders needed a moment to process what he had just heard.

"Pardon me?" Sanders questioned, seeking clarification.

"Do you hate me?" Sam repeated himself, making it clear that he had no intention of repeating the question.

"... Or do I need to kill even more of you for that to happen?" Sam grinned, clearly toying with Sanders. But Sanders had to stay focused. There were more important matters to attend to.

"I will do anything for the sake of my mission and humanity. Right now, you might be my best chance at survival, so what I feel is irrelevant..." Sanders responded, trying to maintain his composure.

"Surviving? You must be mistaken..." Sam paused as the look in his eyes changed.

"...You’re the final piece to make that creature complete," Sam blurted out, shocking Sanders. He couldn’t believe that Sanders actually thought he had any plans of letting him leave.

"You’re dying here, Colonel..." Sam stated coldly. In that moment, Sanders saw an opportunity and lunged at Sam, attempting a right jab. Surprisingly, it connected, but Sanders soon realized that Sam had allowed him to land the strike.

"No, this won’t do it," Sam muttered, and Sanders tried to land another blow. However, Sam swiftly dodged by ducking and retaliated with a strike beneath Sanders’ chin.

Even in his weakened state, Sam proved to be a superior fighter. However, Sanders knew he had some skill in hand-to-hand combat and should be able to hold his own.

Although Sanders managed to stay on his feet, Sam wasted no time and continued his assault, delivering two consecutive blows to Sanders’ torso. Dazed and unable to defend himself effectively, Sanders mustered the strength to land a kick that sent Sam tumbling away.

"It looks like you can teach the old cat some new tricks," Sam commented, acknowledging that Sanders was stronger than their previous encounter. Sam then equipped a dagger, and Sanders braced himself for an uneven fight. However, to his surprise, Sam tossed him the dagger.

"There, now it’s an even fight," Sam commented with an aura of deadly intent, causing even the seasoned veteran to tremble with fear.

"Well, then, Sanders, let’s dance one more time," Sam muttered under his breath, a sinister grin spreading across his face.