"Yeah," Brandon said, nodding. "This island's brutal. If the zombies weren't so damn tough, they wouldn't have lasted a day."
The group had been talking for a while, poring over maps and intel. Bit by bit, they were piecing together what life on the island was really like.
Ethan sat quietly, deep in thought. If they could take out Monroe, they'd basically have access to half the island's resources.
After all, the guy ran seven different "farms." There had to be a ton of valuable stuff stashed away.
Later that evening…
The humans, led by Mia, sat down for dinner. Thanks to the castle's surprisingly well-stocked pantry, the meal was way better than expected—almost luxurious, considering the circumstances.
They ate until they were stuffed, everyone feeling full and content.
But human bodies were fragile. They needed rest to recharge.
