System Of The Undead

Chapter 239: Friend Or Foe? Choose Your Side!

Clementine had rested, and before she knew it, night had crept up on her. She couldn’t believe how quickly time had passed, and most people around her were already asleep. She noticed that there were still a few awake, but the watch was no longer present. This implied that they weren’t under constant surveillance, which meant that if she wanted to leave, it had to be at night.

Clementine’s eyes scanned the room, seeing Samantha fast asleep as she lifted her head from Samantha’s lap. Her focus was on Anderson, although she couldn’t explain why he rubbed her the wrong way. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

His demeanor was different from the others, and she sensed that he was keeping something from her. She had to uncover the truth before she left. What began as mere curiosity now left Clementine feeling uneasy.

She wanted to ensure Samantha’s safety and if Anderson posed a potential threat, she was prepared to eliminate him for their sake.

As she suspected, Anderson wasn’t asleep, and he wasn’t even in the room from what she could tell. Clementine stood up, and people barely paid her any attention.

She was surprised to find that this place had electricity, indicating they had found a way to power their generator. It ran on diesel, which wasn’t as in demand as petrol, and they had a large reserve even before the apocalypse.

"Where are you..." Clementine thought to herself. She wanted to take a look outside, wondering if it was even allowed, but she had to give it a try.

It was a risk she needed to take, and she had the perfect excuse in case they tried to stop her. She approached the door cautiously, expecting anything, but it didn’t budge.

They were locked in from the outside. "Huh?" Clementine thought, as it seemed they were prisoners. But if they were locked in, why wasn’t Anderson here? Could he be in one of the rooms? This thought intrigued Clementine, and she knew she had to explore every possible scenario or risk missing crucial information. It was her duty to leave no stone unturned.

As the first door opened, she saw a vacant toilet stall. It was separated by gender, and both were empty.

There was one more room to check. She inspected the toilet, but it too was empty, leaving her puzzled.

Where was Anderson? Something suspicious was happening, and Clementine didn’t like being kept in the dark. The feeling of uncertainty unsettled her, and she realized she needed to investigate this place thoroughly.

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Anderson sat on a chair, with a single light bulb hanging over him. The room resembled an interrogation room, but given the circumstances, that should have been impossible. Anderson didn’t appear stressed; he had a tray of food in front of him. It wasn’t the typical canned meals that the others had. This was a well-cooked and nutritious meal, garnished with meat. It was evident that he was receiving preferential treatment, but the reason behind it remained unclear.

A man entered the room, a dark-skinned individual with braided hair. However, there was an eerie aura about him. He had a muscular build, suggesting that he had undergone intense physical training. Anderson stopped eating the moment the man entered, standing up to show respect. But the man smiled and gestured for him to sit back down.

He exuded a friendly aura despite his intimidating appearance which wasn’t uncommon.

"I didn’t know you would be here, sir," Anderson blurted out, refraining from touching his food. He gave the man his full attention, showing utmost respect.

"That’s fine, Anderson. You have earned your place here. The information you have given us is very valuable," the man said, and Anderson smiled. It had been a couple of months since he had arrived, but the fact that he was still benefiting from the information he had shared earlier was a blessing.

"Ah, I’m just doing my part as a concerned civilian," Anderson muttered.

"Hahaha! You have always been so modest. The military is your friend, after all," the man said, his voice light and friendly.

"Exactly! I can’t believe I managed to escape from that monster!" Anderson blurted out. The man leaned in, squinting his eyes suspiciously. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Anderson’s story have matched up so far and been consistent, he had to be a really great liar or this truly happened but there was something amiss in all of this.

"W-What?" Anderson panicked momentarily, not understanding why the man was looking at him like that.

"Nothing, it’s just strange," the man responded, tapping his finger on the table in front of him.

"What’s so strange?" Anderson asked, his tone growing increasingly nervous.

"You described this man as a monster, a beast, and even a devil, right?" the man questioned, to which Anderson nodded. Realizing that the man was trying to extract more information from him, Anderson was clever. He didn’t reveal everything at once, only giving up certain information one at a time. This meant that they had no idea of his full knowledge, and they couldn’t torture it out of him either, as that would make him less likely to cooperate.

That’s why he had to maintain a good relationship with them indefinitely. However, Anderson was also cautious not to say anything that might make them consider him a threat.

"Trust me, that man is worse than the devil!" Anderson exclaimed, but the man before him doubted the sincerity in his voice. It didn’t feel genuine.

It felt like an over the top performance and while he had experience in detecting liars, it was hard to detect one that mixes the truth within those lies.

"If he was as you say, why are you here?" the man asked rhetorically. Anderson was only here because Sam allowed him, but the real question was whether he was working with Sam or against him. Sam was classified as a threat potentially greater than the zombies and an execution order had been issued instructing anyone to kill him on sight.

This man was about to find out where Anderson’s loyalty truly lied, and if he chose the wrong side, Anderson was certain he wouldn’t live to see tomorrow.