Chapter 121 Aggressive Farming
After finishing his report, the boy looked at Autumn nervously.
Despite his age, he had already realized that the slender young man standing before him was the one in charge.
“That’s everything we know,” the boy continued. “Now that the plague has broken out, none of the major shelters will take outsiders anymore. They’re too afraid the same thing will happen to them.”
Autumn nodded. “You did well.”
She tossed them a burlap sack. “This is your payment. There are vaccines, food, and water inside. It’s warm enough now that you can survive outdoors. Find somewhere nearby to settle, but no one crosses this line. Understood?”
“Yes. Thank you.” All 20-something refugees quickly thanked her.
“Bring me any useful information you hear,” Autumn said. “I’ll pay you based on how valuable it is.”
“Alright. How do we contact you?”
“Light a bonfire. If I see it, I’ll come.” Autumn glanced up at the sky. “One more thing. Store as much water as you can while there’s still some available. You may not get another chance.”
With that, Autumn led her people away.
The refugees watched her leave, unable to hide their envy.
But none of them dared cross the line.
They knew the young man had meant every word.
When Autumn returned to the hilltop shelter, she went straight to Leonel.
“Leonel, it’s bad,” Autumn said. “Karthmoor is completely cut off. Everyone outside the perimeter is infected, and it’s only a matter of time before they die. The only people with any real chance of surviving are those inside the major shelters and the larger city shelters that are still holding together.”
Leonel nodded grimly. “According to our estimates, fewer than 300 million people are still alive
nationwide.”
Autumn nodded. “And this is only the fourth disaster.”
“There is one advantage,” she continued. “The central shelter probably won’t have time to cause trouble in Karthmoor for a while. They’ve already taken most of the population from shelters in other cities, so they should have their hands full. Since they couldn’t take Karthmoor shelter’s people, they decided to dump their problems on us instead. Mr. Marsh isn’t going to let that go, is he?”
Leonel smiled. “Of course not. But that’s between them. It has nothing to do with us. We just need to protect our own territory.”
“Exactly. This still isn’t the time to put ourselves in the spotlight.” There was a deeper meaning behind tumn’s words. “The real shift in power won’t begin until after the earthquakes, massive tsunamis, ar.d volcanic eruptions.”
“You’ve been working hard these past few days,” Leonel said. “Go get some rest. I’ll talk to Beckett and Mr. Marsh again.”
“Alright.” Autumn didn’t argue. She turned and headed back to her cave.
The moment she arrived, she found David disinfecting every inch of the place, inside and out.
“You’re back?” David hurried over when he saw her. “How bad is it out there?”
“Hell on Earth,” Autumn replied. “Don’t go anywhere for a while.”

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