In a deserted alley in City D.
A woman anxiously covered the mouth of the child in her arms, hoping her daughter, just over a year old, would stop crying.
But the child’s wails only grew sharper.
Zombies at the mouth of the street not far away heard the cries and began to stir restlessly.
"Why is she crying again?"
Ivan Lawson was fed up with this kid.
She cried everywhere they went.
In the apocalypse, she was practically a human noisemaker.
"She’s probably just scared."
The woman lowered her head again and comforted her softly:
"Cece, don’t cry. Daddy will be back soon, and he’ll bring your favorite formula."
At the mention of formula, the child cried even louder.
Shannon Renner was at a loss, overwhelmed by the crying. Thankfully, the tightly shut car doors and windows blocked some of the sound.
But some zombies had still noticed them and were shambling toward the alley.
"Tsk. I told you to come with us earlier, but you refused."
Ivan Lawson couldn’t believe how stubborn the unreborn Shannon Renner was.
She didn’t trust Wyatt Jacobs, and she trusted him even less.
In his past life, Nina Jacobs had happened to save her. Simon Abbott, worried she might run into trouble again, had sent him to protect her.
If it weren’t for the fact that they had fought side-by-side in their past life, Ivan Lawson would have thrown in the towel long ago.
"There are so many scammers these days. How was I supposed to know you weren’t trying to trick me?"
Shannon Renner said defensively.
"Fine, fine, fine. Let’s just wait, then. We’ll see when your wonderful, trustworthy husband gets back."
Ivan Lawson was both angry and amused. So this woman hadn’t believed a word Wyatt Jacobs said after all.
"My husband is very capable. He was in the military; he’ll definitely come back for us."
Shannon Renner said with absolute certainty.
The child’s crying didn’t stop. In fact, it grew even more intense when she saw a zombie’s face outside the car window.
With a sigh of resignation, Ivan Lawson grabbed a machete and charged out.
He had already awakened his Wood Element Superpower, but it was still too weak to rely on completely.
Fortunately, the zombies in this early stage were still slow, so Ivan Lawson had no trouble on his own.
But a large number of them would be a different story.
The sounds of the early morning fight had already attracted quite a few zombies. Ivan Lawson didn’t dare to linger.
Vines from his Wood Element Superpower shot out of the ground, buying him enough time to escape back into the car.
"Where are we going? My husband isn’t back yet!"
Shannon Renner panicked when she saw Ivan Lawson starting the car to leave.
"Should we stay here and wait to die?"
Ignoring Shannon Renner, Ivan Lawson floored it in reverse and sped out of the alley.
"Find my husband! Go find my husband, or I’ll die before I go with you!"
Shannon Renner screamed hysterically.
’Son of a bitch.’
Ivan Lawson deeply regretted taking this job.
But with the mother and child screaming and crying behind him, he had no choice but to head toward the supermarket where Shannon Renner’s husband had gone, just to avoid attracting more zombies.
"There! He’s there!"
On the roof of a cargo truck, Shannon Renner finally spotted her husband, Nathan Sloan.
But the truck was surrounded by a horde of zombies.
Nathan Sloan stood on top, alone and helpless.
"Please, save him! I’m begging you! I’ll believe anything you say after this, I’ll agree to anything."
Shannon Renner pleaded.
"You’d better."
Ivan Lawson said nothing more. He honked the horn twice, and all the zombies around the truck swarmed toward their car.
Once he’d drawn most of the nearby zombies away, Ivan Lawson quickly spun the car around, went back, and rescued Nathan Sloan.
"You’re sure you’re not hurt?"
Ivan Lawson looked at Nathan Sloan, his eyes full of caution.
"No, I’m not hurt. Here, look."
Seeing that Nathan Sloan really hadn’t been scratched or bitten, Ivan Lawson finally relaxed.
Now, all he had to do was get these three back to Prosperity Gardens, and his mission would be complete.


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