CHAPTER 85: CHAPTER 85: PROBLEMS IN MILITARY

"Replying to General Dante, not good. The seeds aren’t even germinating." Janet’s expression was sullen, and the mere mention of vegetables filled her with the reminder of what she had experienced in the past 3 months.

There were various problems. The rivers have started to become contaminated, and it just happened that the one they were using for the farming also turned murky and infected with the zombie virus.

It was because many of the brainless zombies fell into the river, gradually polluting the river with their virus.

Aside from water, the seeds couldn’t germinate because of the sudden change in weather. Sometimes it was hot, and sometimes it was cold.

The unstable atmosphere forced them to build a greenhouse, but the problem continued to arise when they realised that buying materials in the apocalypse was even more difficult than finding a gold mine.

No one was ready to sell, and only by repeatedly reaching the higher authorities did they get barely enough to build one greenhouse.

Yet even after so many struggles, the seeds were germinating at all!

Dante interwove his fingers, his elbows on the table, as he contemplated the next course of action.

He and his family had hoarded food, but the problem was that even if he gave 50% of their food, it might not support the army and other survivors or refugees for more than 2 months.

"I have an idea." Silas proposed drawing everyone’s attention.

"Please proceed, Captain Silas." Dante motioned.

"We can recruit more plant-based superhumans and try experimenting again, and also dispatch the team to hunt animals. Maybe not all of them had transformed into zombies, and some of them might have turned mutated."

He paused, giving a faint glance to everyone before continuing,

"As for creating a livelihood, we can encourage the refugees and survivors to go on a hunt. This will hone their survival skills and combat skills while maintaining a constant supply of food."

His words were met with many appreciative glances. While Dante secretly felt pleased with his bright son.

After getting a few more inputs, Dante made a rough outline about the manpower to be deployed and the necessary measures to be taken.

Just as he finished with the details, General Joseph added,

"I would like to address one more pressing matter which might require the attention of the military immediately."

Dante nodded, motioning Joseph to continue.

"Recently, typhoid fever and Giardiasis are spreading rapidly in the makeshift tents as well as the entire Gotham City. It would be better to request medicine from the higher-ups."

At his words, the atmosphere, which had turned relaxed, turned stiff again. What a joke! The higher-ups are most likely to ignore them.

"Or at least provide us the funds," Joseph added, sensing the sour atmosphere.

"I will look into what I can do. Sophia, please list down the medicines that help in treating typhoid fever and Giardiasis." Dante said while Sophia nodded. She was the head doctor of the military camp.

After the meeting was adjourned, Silas exited the meeting room. His aura transformed from a serious expression to a gloomy one.

He recalled the conversation he had with Ivy before.

"Silas, no need to follow me. If you help me, Talia will be even more upset with me." Her face oozed with seriousness.

Before he could chase her, the announcement forced him to separate from Ivy.

"Silas." Talia’s voice broke his daze, and he cast an indifferent glance in her direction.

"What is it now?" He asked, his tone flat, devoid of any emotion he might be feeling. Talia frowned and scolded him,

"Just because of a girl, you are being this rude to your sister?"

"No," Silas shook his head, "Talia, I admire you. You are my eldest sister and the one who loved me the most. I understand your protectiveness and I understand your hate toward Ivy, but..."

He paused and looked at Talia,

"You are wrong. I chased Ivy. I stubbornly fell for every trap, and Ivy never blamed me for not falling in it if I dodged one. At times, she was even relieved that I dodged the bullet, even though it resulted in her getting abused even more. She never clung to me. At most, she rejected me; it was I who continued to chase her."

Talia flinched a little, "Silas, I don’t hate her, I just want to separate her from you..."

"That’s where you are wrong. When I am clinging to her, even if you put pressure on her, nothing will change." Silas explained.

He stared at Talia, his features softened for a brief moment.

"Talia, I appreciate your concern, but please don’t harm Ivy; her biggest mistake was trusting the Ravencroft family. Other than that... she never harmed you or me. Even now... she agreed to your condition because she wanted you to stay safe."

With that, he left, leaving Talia rooted in her spot. A trace of guilt appeared in her eyes. Thinking back... not once Ivy schemed against them... it was the Ravencroft family...

Was she truly wrong?

Annoyance flickered in her eyes when she realized her train of thought. Shaking her head, she muttered,

"Don’t overthink. So what, even if that is the case? In the end, Silas was still harmed!"

.....

Ivy packed some basic necessities before leaving Silas’s apartment. For her, 1000 zombie crystals were just not much.

She would treat it as a training, collect more space crystals, collect supplies using her superpower, and on the way, also find land to establish her base.

Challenges may be thrown in one’s way, but it depends on a person’s use of them to shape themselves instead of pitying themselves.

Soon, Ivy set off. Once outside the military compound, she smirked and looked ahead, rolled her shoulders, and muttered,

"Let’s begin the fun."

If Talia thought she could break Ivy with such a simple task, she was mistaken. In her previous life, for the first 6 years, she hardly fought with zombies, but later her family rescued her and helped her learn combat to the point that even though she was blind, she could deal with 40 level-7 zombies with ease.