Walking Dead: Unlock the Umbrella Corporation Hive Begins with Hunting Chapter 107 107: 107 Bunos Chapter

If Wu Fan deliberately delayed sending help, what would happen?

What would Rick think?

He would believe Wu Fan had abandoned him and his family.

What would Carl think?

He would grow to hate the man who refused to save his mother.

And what about the hundreds of people living at the Prison?

They would see the Boss as cold and heartless.

Everything Wu Fan had carefully built—his reputation, his image, the trust of his people—would begin to crumble.

Besides, there was no need to argue with Lori directly.

If she wanted to make reckless decisions, let her.

As long as she stayed within Rick's territory and didn't cross Wu Fan's bottom line, there was no reason to interfere.

A leader needed to see the bigger picture.

Wu Fan stood up and raised his voice.

"Really? Then send the best doctors and equipnt imdiately."

He pressed the intercom.

"Amy, notify Gail and Bob. Have them gather all available dical equipnt and board the armored train for the Prison. Move now."

"Understood."

A few minutes later, Gail and Bob rushed onto the platform carrying two large dical cases.

The train was already waiting.

Inside the cases were portable monitors, surgical instrunts, blood plasma, dications, and ergency supplies.

The train doors sealed shut with a hiss of compressed air.

Monts later, it disappeared into the tunnel.

Prison Infirmary

Lori's cries were becoming weaker.

Dr. Stevens stared at the monitor as her blood oxygen levels continued to fall.

His jaw tightened.

There was no more ti.

He walked to the door and opened it.

Rick stood outside.

One look was enough.

He already knew.

"A decision has to be made," Stevens said quietly.

"If we wait any longer, she won't have the strength left."

Rick closed his eyes.

After several seconds, he nodded.

"Do it."

The surgical lights flickered on.

Lori trembled slightly as the scalpel cut into her abdon.

The anesthetic dulled the pain, but she remained conscious.

She stared up at the bright operating lights overhead.

The glare was almost blinding.

Minutes later—

A baby's cry echoed through the room.

Sharp.

Loud.

Alive.

Stevens carefully lifted the slippery newborn into his hands.

Despite his trembling fingers, his grip remained steady.

"It's a girl."

The nurse quickly took the baby and wrapped her in blankets.

Stevens turned back toward Lori.

Then his expression changed.

Blood poured from the incision.

Not a slow seep.

Not a trickle.

A torrent.

Dark red blood soaked through the surgical drapes, flooded the sheets, and dripped onto the floor.

Stevens imdiately pressed down on the bleeding vessel.

Blood continued to spill through his fingers.

"Hemostats!"

"Gauze!"

"Quickly!"

The nurse rushed supplies into his hands.

One vessel was clamped.

Then another.

And another.

Still the bleeding continued.

The monitor's alarm scread through the room.

A sharp, relentless sound.

Like a blade scraping across everyone's nerves.

The infirmary door burst open.

Gail and Bob rushed inside carrying their dical equipnt.

The mont Gail saw the operating table, her face hardened.

Without hesitation, she pushed Stevens aside and took over.

Her arm disappeared into the surgical field as she pressed directly against the ruptured artery.

Bob imdiately unpacked blood plasma.

One bag.

Then another.

Then another.

The plasma flowed into Lori's veins.

The monitor alarm finally stopped.

Not because her condition had improved.

Because the machine could no longer detect anything.

A single straight line stretched across the screen.

Unbroken.

Motionless.

Silent.

Gail kept her hand in place.

Waiting.

Waiting for the bleeding to stop.

But the bleeding had already stopped.

There was simply no blood left to lose.

Slowly, she withdrew her hand.

Her gloves were soaked crimson.

She turned toward the doorway.

Rick stood there motionless.

Gail shook her head.

Nothing needed to be said.

Rick didn't move.

Behind him, Carl peeked into the room.

He saw his mother lying motionless on the bed.

Her eyes closed.

Her skin pale as paper.

He didn't understand the machines.

He didn't understand the monitor.

But he understood one thing.

His mother wasn't waking up.

Carl ran to the bedside and grabbed Lori's hand.

It was cold.

"Mom?"

No answer.

His voice beca louder.

"Mom!"

Still nothing.

The room remained silent.

In the corner, the nurse held the newborn baby.

The infant had stopped crying.

Her tiny eyes blinked open.

Her mouth searched instinctively for milk.

Rick finally walked forward.

The nurse carefully placed the baby in his arms.

She felt impossibly small.

Impossibly light.

Like a bundle of cotton.

Her gray-blue eyes resembled Lori's.

Rick stared down at her.

Tears stread down his face.

One drop landed on the baby's blanket.

The little girl yawned.

Then she closed her eyes and drifted to sleep.

Carl remained beside the bed, clutching Lori's hand.

His shoulders trembled.

No sound escaped his lips.

The grief was too deep for tears.

Gail stood behind him with a hand on his shoulder, unable to find the right words.

Bob quietly packed away the unused blood bags.

Stevens leaned against the wall, blood still staining his gloves as he stared blankly at the ceiling.

Outside, the hallway lights continued to glow.

But for the Gris family, one light had gone out forever.

Later that evening, Rick sat alone on a bench.

Judith slept peacefully in his arms.

Carl sat beside him.

Their shadows stretched across the wall.

One large.

One dium.

One small.

A family forever changed.

Gail stood at the far end of the corridor.

For a mont she watched them.

Then she turned away.

There was nothing she could say.

Nothing anyone could say.

The armored train waited quietly at the station.

Gail and Bob boarded in silence.

The doors closed.

The train entered the tunnel.

Darkness swallowed the windows.

Neither of them spoke during the journey ho.

CDC Headquarters

Third Floor

Wu Fan stood by the window, smoking.

Behind him, Amy entered the office.

"Lori didn't make it," she said softly.

"The baby survived. A girl."

Amy's voice carried genuine sadness.

She and Lori had survived the early days together in the quarry camp.

Wu Fan stared out the window.

"I know."

He flicked ash from his cigarette.

Amy stood there for a few monts before quietly leaving.

Outside, workers continued cultivating the fields.

Life moved forward.

It always did.

Wu Fan finished his cigarette and crushed it against the windowsill.

Judith Gris had been born.

And Lori Gris had died.

Just as fate seed determined to demand.

At least he had done everything expected of him.

No one could accuse him of standing by and doing nothing.

A knock sounded at the door.

Amy stepped back inside.

"Sean wants to see you."

Wu Fan already knew why.

"Send him in."

Sean entered.

Before he could speak, Wu Fan beat him to it.

"You want to visit Rick."

Sean nodded.

"Yeah."

Wu Fan sighed.

"Go."

"He's going through the worst mont of his life right now."

Then, with deliberate deadpan humor, he added:

"And now he's got a daughter waiting for him to learn how to breastfeed."

Sean nearly choked.

"A daughter?"

The guilt he'd been carrying suddenly beca even heavier.

If not for his actions, perhaps Lori would never have faced such a difficult childbirth.

The thought gnawed at him.

He wanted to tell Rick everything.

To confess.

To apologize.

Without another word, he headed for a Humvee and drove toward the Prison.

Prison Cetery

The funeral was simple.

There were no speeches.

No elaborate ceremony.

Just grief.

Rick personally carried Lori's body to the burial site.

A wooden cross marked the grave.

Carl stood beside it, tears running freely down his face.

Carol gently rubbed his back, offering what comfort she could.

Even T-Dog, who had often disagreed with Lori, stood silently nearby.

They had survived too much together for anything else.

The apocalypse left little room for grand funerals.

Lori Gris was buried beneath a gray sky.

And when it was over, everyone quietly returned to the Prison.

Life, as always, continued.