"Tyson Hughes is certainly no slouch," Nina Jacobs said.
"He’s not in charge of everything," Shirley Lucas continued. "Didn’t I tell you before that The Alliance’s influence isn’t limited to just City D? There must be people above Tyson Hughes, and Dylan Quinn’s power is not to be underestimated. Anyway, that’s all the intel I could gather."
Shirley Lucas was worried she could be assigned a mission at any moment.
Then Nina Jacobs would be left here all alone.
She had come to see Nina Jacobs today to share the intelligence she had gathered.
"If I have to leave early, there are a few brothers who’ll be staying behind. I’ve already talked to them. If you need anything, you can go to them for help anytime."
Shirley Lucas’s words moved Nina Jacobs.
"Since you mentioned it, I actually do need a favor," Nina Jacobs said, recalling something.
"One of the Healers here... is my friend. If it’s possible, I’d like to ask your brothers to look out for her a little."
’No need for special treatment.’
’If Melanie Lawson runs into trouble, at least she won’t be completely isolated and helpless.’
’She’s so young, after all.’
"What did you say? You know a Healer here?" Shirley Lucas was taken aback.
"I just happened to run into her. She was made to stay and work here."
Nina Jacobs didn’t plan on telling her the reason Melanie Lawson stayed behind just yet.
After Shirley Lucas left, Nina Jacobs practiced controlling the Little Zombie Rats in her dorm room.
Among the Zombie Rat corpses she had collected near the bridge two days ago, over thirty were usable.
She had already planted seeds in each of them.
But she still needed to slowly nurture the seeds.
She was running out of time.
Even while copying The Alliance’s declaration that afternoon, Nina Jacobs was secretly nurturing the seeds.
"I heard some people from the shelter came over yesterday. This morning, some people were already making a fuss about leaving."
Yvette Lowe and the others had gotten to know each other, so they chatted quietly while they copied.
No one noticed anything strange about Nina Jacobs’s pocket.
Inside was the corpse of a Little Zombie Rat, and a root system was slowly growing within its body.
Nina Jacobs could feel the water in the small puddle inside her slowly evaporating, diminishing...
When the water in the puddle was halfway gone, she switched to using a Superpower Energy Stone to continue the process.
That small puddle was her Superpower. Keeping half of it would allow her to handle emergencies, and she could wait for the used portion of her Superpower to slowly recover.
"Why? Didn’t they say that place, the shelter, isn’t providing food anymore?" the man with the crew cut next to Yvette Lowe asked.
"They have food here, but it’s way more dangerous. You dare refuse a mandatory mission? If you don’t go, you don’t eat when you get back. If you run into a mutated zombie, you’ll be the first one they push out front, unless you’re a Superior Team Member."
Yvette Lowe said, shaking her head.
"Even the Crystal Cores you dig up after a mission have to be handed over completely. And the Quinn Group forbids internal trading of Crystal Cores."
"But the shelter has no such restrictions. Even normal people can go out to find supplies and dig for Crystal Cores. Whatever supplies they find are their own. And they can use the Crystal Cores they find to buy things."
"Besides, the shelter is essentially a government military encampment. Medical treatment for injuries is free. That’s the main point," Yvette Lowe said with envy.
She couldn’t understand why those people would leave a perfectly good shelter to come here.
"They probably saw the flyers," a long-haired girl beside them whispered.
"Those flyers are a scam. Someone even tried to escape by hiding in one of the supply trucks as it was leaving..."
Yvette Lowe was about to say more, but Nina Jacobs, who was behind her, poked her with a pen.
"I think someone’s coming," Nina Jacobs warned.
It wasn’t a matter of thinking—someone was definitely outside.
Yvette Lowe jumped and immediately shut her mouth.
Sure enough, a figure appeared outside the door.
The figure stared at them through the glass window for a good ten minutes before leaving.
"Thanks for saving my life," Yvette Lowe said, incredibly grateful.
The man who had been taken away yesterday still hadn’t reappeared.

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