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Yet, the wound on my hand remained unchanged.
Nolan’s expression gradually faded, and my sister’s face turned as white as wet paper.
I loudly questioned, “Could it be that your power isn’t for healing others?”
Nolan slightly furrowed his brow, and others began whispering.
I approached Nolan, gesturing. He looked surprised but handed me the gun.
Before my sister and others could react, I shot at her.
Blood gushed, and she screamed in pain, cursing me.
“You bitch! You want to kill me, bitch!”
I stared at her leg, calmly saying, “Isn’t it supposed to heal?”
Her leg wound slowly healed, and the bullet fell out.
Didn’t everyone understand now?
“So it can only heal herself?! We’ve been risking our lives for her to enjoy the benefits.”
The crowd’s curses nearly suffocated my sister. She glared at me fiercely.
Nolan smiled again, his tone cold, “How will you compensate for our losses?”
“It seems you have no choice but to repay us physically.”
Those were the exact words he said to me before.
This time, it’s my sister’s turn to experience it.
Nolan gave my sister a day to heal.
But the next day, she ran away.
I casually wiped the short knife in my hand. My lightning power still couldn’t kill zombies; the short knife was the most effective weapon for finishing them off.
Nolan walked briskly towards me, “Your sister’s gone, and you’re not worried.”
He glanced at the scabbing wound on my arm.
Finally, a doctor testified that the wound wasn’t a bite but a sharp weapon injury, clearing my suspicion.
“You scared her away.”
I looked at Nolan, speechless. Who asked him to say such things about using the body to repay?
In my past life, I was scared all night, cursing Nolan countless times.
The next day, I was told I was to be bait, to attract zombies.
The process was extremely dangerous, with a high risk of being bitten and turning into a zombie.
But it was better than selling my body.
At that time, all I could do was run, escaping death from zombies multiple times.
I couldn’t help but think, if only I had the lightning power, I’d kill all those zombies.
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Even if just once, I’d fight them head–on instead of running.
Looking back, Nolan’s decision was for my own good.
Supermarket members thought I had deceived them, furious, with many hostile and prying eyes.
Nolan’s decision to use me as bait largely prevented others from targeting me.
Looking at Nolan, awkwardly scratching his nose, I felt dazed.
“No one said anything wrong then.” He tried to explain.
I shrugged. I didn’t want to explain to my sister. It was best she tasted fear.
Who would’ve thought she’d team up with her guard to escape?
No matter, with her healing power, she can’t escape her destined hardships.
Everything is just beginning.
Thinking of this, I smiled, my eyes sparkling.
Nolan was intrigued, glancing at me several times.
“More people are coming to the supermarket. I’m planning to have everyone pack up and move soon.”
Dozens of cars were parked in the plaza outside the supermarket, all selected for their functionality.
The supermarket also had a stockpile of gasoline.
I had to admit, Nolan was a competent leader.
He had strong execution skills and sharp intuition. The large supermarket was too conspicuous, and soon criminals would attempt to breach it.
The person he shot yesterday was a traitor, leading criminals inside.
Nolan’s face maintained a gentle smile, his eyes like a calm lake.
He seemed to have two faces: one a blood–soaked demon, the other a savior.
“You’re a valuable scout. I hope you come with me.”
This time, Nolan wasn’t smiling. There was a rare seriousness in his tone.
I felt a bit dazed. This time, it’s different.
In my previous life, he personally drove me out of the supermarket.
So much so that I never knew how he died later.
Nolan led us to a large abandoned factory, not far from the city, separated by a river.
With a place to settle, hope was in sight.
Everyone at the base united, rebuilding efforts were in full swing.
I joined the combat group responsible for clearing zombies, but felt a bit uneasy during my free time.
Nolan, smiling, was listening to complaints about cramped dorms and lack of food.
His eyes curved, hiding his emotions. His gaze touched me, and he raised an eyebrow.
1:15 PM
