A location eight kilometers outside of Tomorrow Base.
Countless armored vehicles and trucks were parked in an open field.
At the very front were six tanks, their cannons aimed directly at Tomorrow Base.
Anselm Hughes listened to the report from his subordinate, his expression dark.
"Tomorrow Base has been on lockdown for five days—no one in, no one out. We can't gather any intel at the moment. The zombies our people led over have been dealt with by their traps..."
Wyatt Holden said, a little uneasy.
"That was expected. It's a base, after all. A small one, but if it couldn't even handle that, it would have been wiped out long ago."
Although Anselm Hughes found it regrettable, he had anticipated this outcome.
"Do we know their casualty count?" he asked.
"Their..."
Wyatt Holden glanced at Anselm Hughes, then lowered his head and said, "They're completely unscathed."
"What do you mean, completely unscathed?"
Anselm Hughes asked.
