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No zombies outside. She planned to clear the above–ground
floors first, then the basement–once fully secured, the factory would be hers.
“Let’s go.”
“Yes!”
Iris and Logan stepped inside cautiously, leaving two dogs to guard the vehicle and splitting the remaining six between them,
three each.
They moved slowly, but soon made a surprising discovery: every door in the factory stood open.
Most were bank–grade security doors requiring special ID cards -normally a major obstacle.
Yet they moved unimpeded, as if favored by fate,
There was… not a single one was locked.
Even stranger–there wasn’t a zombie in the entire six floors.
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The pair checked every room via the fire escape, confirming the building was completely empty of both humans and zombies.
All doors hung open, dust covering the equipment–signs of long abandonment.
“Iris, no signs of life. It looks like everyone evacuated in
advance,” Logan reported quickly, drawing on his special forces training.
Iris nodded, but something felt off–could it really be this easy?
She entered an administrative office on the top floor; the lower floors were all labs filled with professional equipment.
On the desk, an electric kettle still heated water–an automatic temperature–controlled model, cycling on and off as the water cooled. It had boiled repeatedly until reaching the anti–dry–boil minimum level.
Iris touched the kettle; its glass exterior was still warm.
Beside it sat an opened cup of instant mac and cheese, mixed with seasonings, a hard–boiled egg, and a sausage.
Someone had been waiting for the water to boil to make their meal, yet never got to eat it.
The mac and cheese had gone rotten, with the
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cup.
A strange feeling washed over Iris—as if the occupants had vanished into thin air.
She glanced at the computers, hoping to find clues, but each was locked with the highest security password.
No information here.
Well. Never leave loot behind. Iris started stuffing anything
edible into her bag.
She stuffed all edible supplies into her bag, secretly storing most in her spatial inventory while putting on a show for Logan.
When he tried to help, she sent him to scavenge the next room.
Soon, all food on the administrative floor was collected.
Logan returned with bags in both hands, a bulging backpack, and even two crates of cola slung over his shoulder–taking the task seriously.
Iris smiled at the obedient guy, “Let’s go down to drop off the supplies first.”
“Yes!”
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The building’s independent power system kept it running. Iris pressed the down button, and the elevator arrived quickly.
She and Logan split to either side; even the elevator needed checking.
With a ding, the doors slid open.
Empty.
Iris finally relaxed–no one or nothing lurked on the above–ground floors.
She and Logan boarded with the dogs, noting seven buttons: six for the upper floors, and one for the basement garage—just as she’d suspected from her earlier recon.
Her plan was to drop supplies on the first floor, then head to the basement.
Clearing the garage would complete the capture,
She reached out to press the first–floor button–then froze.
Wait.
The factory was in western Aster City–at the junction of Aster City, Briarfield City, and Cerebo City.
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Shit!
Was this the legendary lair of the Zombie King from her previous life?
Before Iris could react, the elevator lurched downward–without anyone pressing a button.
The display showed it descending to the basement.
Someone, or something down there had called it.
A chill ran down her spine, and the air in the elevator turned
cold with tense.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
