"Who keeps a dog this big nowadays? They must not be worried about how much it eats."
Edric Lewis pulled free from Fifth Mr. Stone’s grasp.
"There’s only one household in this entire base that keeps a dog, so you’d better keep your mouth shut when you see her from now on."
Fifth Mr. Stone warned.
She’s someone not even Hugo Crawford dares to mess with right now.
"You mean..."
"Forget about the dog. Stone, where the hell is that activity camp? We still haven’t been. I heard there’s a vault there where you can get Gold Coins?"
Someone else asked from the side.
"It’s not far. In fact, you could say it’s very close. If you want to get Gold Coins, they have to take a liking to you. I’m just going to have some fun..."
In the distance, Nina Jacobs had already walked quite a way, to the point where the men behind her could no longer see her.
But she’d heard every single word of their conversation.
Before Claire Warner was rescued by Heath Chandler, that guy Lysander Vaughn had also mentioned the activity camp.
Many things were forbidden within the City D Base, including all sorts of vice and gambling that were illegal even before the apocalypse.
Nina Jacobs guessed the activity camp was likely a place that had sprung up to evade the base’s jurisdiction.
"Brought you out for a walk and ended up hearing so much."
Nina Jacobs said this to Treasure.
Treasure wagged his tail and marked a spot on the wall.
She was just about ready to head back.
She needed to package more "Blood Stopping Spray" tonight.
Ever since Levi Stone’s and Chester Pearson’s teams started using the "Blood Stopping Spray," several other captains had come to Claire Warner one after another to purchase it.
Fortunately, she no longer had to worry about a lack of containers.
However, aside from the base’s rescue teams, purchases were still limited for everyone else.
But that afternoon, Fern Spencer showed up at the little shop looking utterly dejected.
"Claire, I’ve got a business proposition. Are you in?"
Fern Spencer bought a bottle of Blood Stopping Spray and spoke as she sprayed it on a wound on her body.
"What kind of business?"
The two had gotten familiar with each other over this period. Even when she wasn’t buying anything, Fern Spencer would stop by to say hello whenever she saw the little shop.
"A heist. But it’s a little dangerous."
Fern Spencer didn’t look like she was joking.
"Why not take your Space Superpower User?"
Even though they were friendly, Nina Jacobs knew their interests weren’t necessarily aligned.
"Thorne, she..." Fern Spencer’s voice choked with emotion.
"It’s all because those bastards attracted a horde of zombies. I looked away for one second, and Thorne... she was infected."
Fern Spencer lowered her head.
After being scratched by a zombie, while she was still conscious, Sharon Thorne had taken out all the supplies from her personal space for her...
Nina Jacobs fell silent as well.
She vaguely remembered her as a kind, cheerful girl who loved to smile.
"I failed to protect her."
Fern Spencer said sorrowfully.
"What does this have to do with the heist?"
Nina Jacobs asked, handing her a pack of tissues.
"It does. Those bastards were dead drunk. They were the ones who crashed their car into Thorne’s, driving recklessly. They’re all from the activity camp."
Fern Spencer’s face was filled with resentment. She shouldn’t have led everyone in that direction that day.
She’d forgotten it was near the activity camp.
"So the place you’re talking about is the activity camp?"
Nina Jacobs finally understood.
She had no interest in other places, but if it was the activity camp, it might be worth a shot.
Besides, Fern Spencer seemed to know its exact location.
"I heard it was set up by the Crawford Army, but as you know, many teams are under the Crawford Army’s protection and even cooperate with them. You could say the place is ’shared.’"
Since the men and women who went there to earn supplies did so voluntarily, and it wasn’t inside the base, everyone who knew about it tacitly accepted its existence.
"So where exactly is this place?"
"In some old alleyways, over on Ariden Road."



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