"The zombies are evolving nonstop! If you keep dragging your feet like this, we'll never be able to fight them off!" Sophia said, her voice sharp and full of righteous anger.
Nathan, as usual, looked completely unfazed. "And if you keep pushing like this, you're just gonna repeat the same mistakes you made before."
"I—" Sophia's face flushed red with fury.
Nathan's meaning couldn't have been clearer—he was throwing the fall of Sophia's last base right in her face.
Realizing she couldn't win the argument, Sophia fumed silently. "Hmph! If you won't send anyone, I will!"
"You? Send someone? With what squad?" Nathan sneered. "Whatever. Knock yourself out."
Sophia whipped her arm in frustration and stormed out of the office, stomping down the hallway, her whole body practically vibrating with anger.
The truth was, she barely had anyone left under her command. Just one real fighter—Jacob, one of the Bernardino Four Riders.
