Walking Dead: Unlock the Umbrella Corporation Hive Begins with Hunting Chapter 104 104: 104 Bunos Chapter

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Beth stood in front of the mirror and tugged at her skirt.

The pencil skirt was too tight, making it difficult to walk. The high heels weren't much better—the edges rubbed painfully against her ankles with every step.

She stared at her reflection.

The woman in the mirror wore a crisp white blouse, a black pencil skirt, and her hair was neatly tied into a bun. Beth could barely recognize herself.

Before the apocalypse, she had worn business attire only a few tis, usually for job interviews she never managed to pass. When she worked as a waitress at a small coffee shop in town, she wore an apron and canvas shoes—not this suffocating outfit.

"Beth? Are you ready?"

Amy's voice ca from the hallway.

Taking a deep breath, Beth opened the door and stepped outside.

Amy looked her up and down before nodding approvingly.

"Not bad. Though I think the skirt is a size too big."

Beth glanced down and realized Amy was right. The waistband was slightly loose.

She pinched the fabric at her waist.

Amy waved dismissively.

"It'll do for now. I'll get you a smaller one later. Co on."

Beth followed behind her, taking careful steps as her heels clicked softly against the floor.

As they walked, Amy pointed out each room they passed.

"This is the archives room. Guillermo has the key. If you need access, register with him first."

She pointed at another door.

"That's the break room. Check the coffee machine every morning. If the water is low, refill it. If we're out of coffee beans, request more from the warehouse."

Another door.

"The conference room. The boss uses it occasionally. Before every eting, prepare the projector, whiteboard markers, and bottled water."

Amy paused.

"And make sure it's the correct brand. The boss only drinks that one."

Beth desperately tried to rember everything, but her mind was already spinning.

She had assud being a secretary ant answering phones and serving coffee.

Instead, it involved morizing countless details, procedures, nas, faces, schedules, and rules.

Amy suddenly stopped and turned around.

"Got all that?"

Beth nodded.

Then shook her head.

Amy sighed.

"Just focus on the important things for now. You'll learn the rest gradually."

At that mont, Guillermo approached from the other end of the hallway. His tall fra blocked much of the light as he stopped beside Amy and whispered sothing into her ear.

Amy frowned.

Then she turned to Beth.

"I need to handle sothing. Sit at the front desk, answer any calls, and take notes. If anything urgent cos up, report it directly to the boss."

Beth opened her mouth, wanting to say she didn't know how yet.

But Amy and Guillermo were already gone.

The hallway fell silent.

She stood behind the reception desk, staring at the black telephone.

Minutes passed.

It never rang.

After waiting even longer, she glanced toward the closed office door at the end of the corridor.

Wu Fan's office.

Curiosity got the better of her.

She walked over and placed a hand on the doorknob.

After hesitating for a mont, she gently pushed the door open.

Wu Fan stood before a large wall map, pen in hand.

His back was straight, his shoulders broad. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, exposing his forearms.

The pen moved slowly across the map, tracing an invisible route.

Beth stood quietly in the doorway.

Without looking up, Wu Fan spoke.

"Amy, what disaster are you reporting this ti?"

Beth remained silent.

Wu Fan finally glanced over.

Seeing her, he paused before smiling.

"Oh, it's you."

He set the pen down.

"How's your first day? Settling in?"

Beth walked in and sat in the chair across from his desk.

"It's way more complicated than I expected. I thought being a secretary just ant answering phones and serving tea."

"It feels that way at first."

Wu Fan leaned back in his chair.

"You'll get used to it."

Then he added with a grin,

"Besides, I promised your father I'd keep an eye on you and make sure you don't slack off."

Beth rested her chin on her hands atop the desk.

Looking up at him, she pouted.

"You wouldn't be that cruel, would you?"

Wu Fan smiled.

"I wouldn't."

Then he glanced toward the doorway.

"But your boss might."

Beth followed his gaze.

Amy stood in the doorway with her arms crossed and a completely expressionless face.

"Beth."

Amy's voice was calm but dangerous.

"I believe you're supposed to be at your post instead of wandering off without permission."

Beth stuck out her tongue.

"Sorry!"

She jumped to her feet and hurried out of the office.

Wu Fan watched her disappear down the hallway before shaking his head and returning to the map.

Jackie had gone to Robins Air Force Base.

The base would need personnel for security and reconstruction.

The question was who to send.

Kyle?

Dylan?

Sandra?

After a mont of consideration, he shook his head.

Returning to his desk, he pressed the intercom.

"Send Marcus and Dylan to my office. One at a ti."

A few minutes later, Marcus entered.

He looked confused.

"You wanted to see , Boss?"

"Sit."

Wu Fan pointed at the chair.

"The air base needs soone in charge. I want you to take command there."

Marcus blinked.

"?"

"Yes."

Wu Fan slid a map across the desk.

"Develop the settlent, receive survivors, and defend the base."

Marcus studied the map silently.

After a long pause, he asked,

"Why ? Sandra and Dylan could do it too."

"They're not suited for defensive command."

Wu Fan leaned back.

"You're different. Out of everyone I've t, you have the greatest talent for defending territory."

Marcus looked up.

Wu Fan continued.

"Do a good job, and I'll assign Dylan to assist you. Fifty n will accompany you."

His expression beca serious.

"When I see you again, I hope those fifty have beco five hundred."

Marcus imdiately stood and saluted.

"I won't disappoint you."

Then he turned and left.

The office door had barely closed before another knock sounded.

Dylan poked his head inside.

"Boss, you wanted to see ?"

Wu Fan nodded.

"Co in."

Dylan sat down eagerly.

Wu Fan folded his hands.

"Of everyone I've t, you have exceptional talent for defense work."

Dylan straightened imdiately.

"Really?"

"Absolutely."

Wu Fan nodded solemnly.

"Marcus is smart. Listen to his orders and focus on your responsibilities."

Dylan felt deeply moved.

His boss thought so highly of him.

This was clearly an opportunity to prove himself.

There was no way he would refuse.

"I'll complete the mission!"

After making his promise, he left full of confidence.

Once the door closed, Wu Fan leaned back and lit a cigarette.

The personnel assignnts were complete.

After Jackie finished organizing the air base, she would survey the nearby mining region.

That area would beco his primary source of points for the foreseeable future.

And then there was Atlanta.

A single artillery strike into a massive Walker horde could easily earn ten thousand points.

He had considered the strategy for a long ti.

Until now, manpower had been the only obstacle.

Prison Watchtower

The surveillance cara zood in.

The system locked onto movent near the forest.

A targeting fra appeared around a lone figure carrying a katana.

Two additional figures behind her were marked with red warning indicators.

Infected.

Michonne silently observed the prison.

Part of the old fence had been replaced with a concrete wall.

Ard soldiers occupied the watchtowers.

One stood guard while another rested inside, rotating shifts among the four towers.

The settlent appeared surprisingly peaceful.

The survivors inside looked comfortable.

Relaxed.

Safe.

Several outsiders lingered nearby as well, seemingly hoping to join.

Suddenly, Michonne heard movent behind her.

Her eyes sharpened.

Drawing her katana, she slipped quietly into a new position.

Monts later, several heavily ard soldiers appeared where she had been hiding.

One pressed a button on his helt radio.

"Only two Walkers found at the location. Hands and jaws removed. No sign of the target. Over."

A response ca imdiately.

"She's still nearby. Continue the search."

Michonne moved again.

But sothing felt wrong.

No matter where she went, the soldiers always seed to know her location.

Every ti she relocated, they closed in from another direction.

Just as she prepared to move once more—

Voices sounded from every side.

Front.

Back.

Left.

Right.

Several rifle barrels erged from the surrounding brush.

Michonne slowly looked around.

There was no escape.

After a long mont, she reluctantly released her katana.

The blade fell into the grass.

Then she raised both hands above her head.