Nina Jacobs had already inspected the three armored cars, inside and out.
The only thing she could deduce was that these people probably weren’t locals from Keldorn.
The car bodies and helicopter fuselages all bore an unfamiliar logo.
This indicated they were affiliated with some organization.
She just didn’t know what they were planning to investigate at Tomorrow Base.
She decided to just observe for now.
Lyra Thorne had someone put the several helicopters away into space.
Godfrey Thatcher, on the other hand, put away his own SUV.
"These people don’t look like they’re short on supplies or water."
Godfrey Thatcher said, leaning closer to Nina Jacobs.
As soon as they got in the car, someone brought them food and water.
But since they were on the road, they all chose not to touch any of it for now.
That included Han Lewis, who had been in a constant state of amazement.
Irwing had reminded him that he’d been taken down with drugged food right before he lost his memory...
"Right. And let’s not mention what happened in Whittaker Town for now."
Nina also reminded them.
They all nodded. Then, Irwing picked up what looked like a magazine from behind one of the seats.
To be more precise, it was a personal photobook.
"What was this celebrity’s name again? The TV show he was in before was pretty good."
Seeing a photobook like this again gave Irwing a feeling of nostalgia, as if she’d been transported back to a long-lost time.
"His name is Silas Crowley. The last TV series he starred in was *Sandalwood*, and his first movie was *Invisible*."
Audrey Lewis, who had just boarded the vehicle, said.
She casually pulled another book out from under a seat. Its cover also featured Silas Crowley.
As did the one in Wayne Warner’s hands beside her.
Nina was a little surprised to see Wayne Warner staring at the man on the cover.
’Does Silas Crowley really have that many fans?’
"Yes, yes, that’s him."
"I wonder what celebrities do in the apocalypse?"
Irwing began to imagine.
"Celebrities are people too. They have to survive, too."
"It’s just that..."
Audrey Lewis’s voice choked with emotion.
"You really like him?"
Nina asked as the vehicle slowly began to move.
Lyra Thorne had explained before they boarded that Audrey Lewis had recently lost a family member and was still in great pain.
Her indiscriminate zombie-killing spree these past few days was just her way of venting.
"Yes. I’ve liked him since I was a child."
Audrey Lewis replied.
’Since she was little...’
’Does that mean Silas Crowley is actually very old?’
Seeing Audrey Lewis stroke the image of Silas Crowley on the magazine with such a sorrowful expression, Nina couldn’t shake a strange feeling.
Just then, the intercom in the car crackled. It was Lyra Thorne’s voice:
"Miss Jacobs, we need to pick up a few people up ahead. It’s on our way, but we might need to stop for a moment."
"Alright," Nina replied.
Audrey Lewis also spoke up: "They’re two locals from Keldorn who have been guiding us in our search recently. They were friends with my... my family member before."
"They even... even saw his last moments..."
"It’s my fault. I just couldn’t believe he was really gone."
Lyra Thorne and Gemma Lucas didn’t want her to keep drowning in self-blame and grief, so they were willing to go along with her reckless plans.
They had blown up many zombies, and she had gunned down quite a few herself.
But she had only just realized that everything she did had been for nothing.
"You can’t bring back the dead. Try not to take it so hard."
Ethan Chase said, offering some comfort.
At least this Audrey Lewis in front of him wasn’t taking her anger out on people, which already made her better than many others.
The three armored cars soon pulled into a large, open courtyard that looked like it had been cleared.
An RV was parked in the courtyard.
As soon as Audrey Lewis got out of the car, two people with weapons slung over their backs walked toward her.
They appeared to be her people.
Immediately after, the RV door opened, and two more people stepped out.
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