Myra Lawson frowned as she listened to the reports from the various outposts in the base.
Things hadn't improved over the past two days. Now, the zombies were all converging from every direction.
"A zombie horde... I helped deal with one during my time at Oakhaven Base. If your base has no experience, I can certainly offer my guidance."
The door was pushed open, letting in a gust of cold air. A man in a dark suit walked in and spoke.
Myra Lawson didn't turn around, but a cold smirk touched her lips.
"Mr. Vance, you're a busy man. How could we dare trouble you?
A horde hasn't formed yet, and various parties in the base are working to resolve the situation. We won't trouble you with it."
Myra Lawson wasn't a fool. 'Once command is handed over, it's not easily taken back.'
The base had been temporarily entrusted to her. Faced with this kind of crisis, she couldn't possibly just hand over command to someone else.
Hearing this, Amelia Vance shook his head.
