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Lilian was already overwhelmed by the chaotic and dangerous scene before her, her mind blank and her legs weak, leaving her too terrified to speak or ask any further questions.
Her eyes widened in fear as she stared fixedly at Frode, not daring to make a sound, desperately suppressing her inner terror while her body trembled slightly.
At that moment, Frode extended his other hand, quickly placing his index finger against his lips in a swift and decisive gesture to silence her. His gaze conveyed an undeniable firmness, signaling Lilian to be quiet.
His eyes were sharp, constantly alert to the movements around them. He then leaned slightly closer, his lips brushing against Lilian's ear as he whispered the words "Don't make a sound" so softly yet clearly that she could hear him.
Lilian nodded vigorously, the intensity of her agreement almost frantic, before urgently pointing at Frode's large hand that was nearly suffocating her, her eyes pleading for him to let go.
Frode narrowed his eyes, scanning her with a gaze as sharp as a blade, weighing whether she was truly trustworthy.
After a moment, he released his grip carefully and quickly pressed himself against the wall. He swiftly retrieved a small metal plate from his side; upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a compact mirror.
His fingers deftly adjusted the angle of the mirror while his eyes remained fixed on the reflected image, missing no detail. Soon enough, thanks to his skillful movements and keen observation, Frode pinpointed the location of the group.
"Boss, did we go too hard on him? Or has that kid already run away? It's been over ten minutes with no sign of movement," said a Green-Haired Man who had crouched down cautiously and approached the Red-Haired Man with a hint of doubt and unease on his face.
"That's impossible. This area has already been set up with an Ability Detection Signal Device by our people. As long as that kid uses his Ability, we’ll be able to locate him. In such a short time, if he hasn’t used his Ability, he won’t escape this Zombie Zone," replied the Red-Haired Man confidently.
With that said, flames suddenly erupted in the palm of his right hand. He swung his arm forcefully, hurling the fire forward where it landed squarely among the dense crowd of Zombies.
In an instant, a massive blaze ignited, engulfing the Zombies in flames that crackled and hissed as they burned, filling the air with the acrid stench of charred flesh.
Seeing this scene, the crowd showed no signs of fear; instead, their faces flushed with excitement. They stood atop the ruins, hands on their hips, laughing heartily as they looked down.
"Haha, look at this bunch of Zombies! Don't they remind you of those hat-wearing Zombies from Plants vs. Zombies?" A short, skinny man laughed so hard he nearly doubled over, pointing at the Zombies and shouting with glee.
"I think they look more like the old folks in the base just waiting to die. Why does the base waste resources on these useless people? They have no value at all. They should give it to us instead; we could go further and bring back more resources," sneered a man with a grotesque scar on his face, disdain evident in his voice.
"Forget the past. Now that we're following Locke, he won't treat us poorly. We are Ability Users, not those worthless civilians. The best things should belong to us," a burly man said as he slapped his companion on the shoulder, his tone dripping with arrogance.
"Exactly, they belong to us!" the others echoed, their voices rising in a chorus that filled the area.
Hiding in a corner, Lilian listened to their conversation, her head buzzing and her mind growing more confused.
What are Ability Users and Zombies? Have I crossed into an apocalyptic world?
With her brows furrowed and her eyes filled with bewilderment and fear, Lilian instinctively shrank back behind Frode, seeking a sliver of safety from him.
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