Walking Dead: Unlock the Umbrella Corporation Hive Begins with Hunting Chapter 67 67

Wu Fan had been staring at a button on the system panel for quite so ti.

"Switch Region Mode."

He had never noticed the option before. It sat at the bottom of the interface, gray and semi-transparent, like a dusty glass bead hidden in plain sight.

Today, however, for reasons he couldn't explain, he clicked it.

The panel rippled like water.

As the waves settled, a map slowly erged.

A map of the entire state of Georgia.

Two glowing points stood out clearly on the screen.

One green dot blinked steadily over the CDC.

Roughly seventy to eighty miles south, another point flickered faintly.

Gray.

Half-lit, half-dark, like a bulb waiting to be powered on.

Beside it was a line of small text:

West Georgia Correctional Facility Transit Station — Not Activated

Wu Fan's breathing paused for a second.

He zood in.

The map sharpened imdiately.

The prison's layout beca crystal clear—the walls, the buildings, even the arrangent of the cell blocks.

On the western side of the prison, where a concrete wall should have stood, there was an entrance marker identical to the one beneath the CDC Hive.

Wu Fan tapped the icon.

A notification window appeared.

Would you like to spend 1,000 points to unlock the West Georgia Correctional Facility Transit Station?

After unlocking, the station will connect to the Hive tro network, enabling the transportation of personnel and supplies.

Note: This station is a secondary transfer station and does not possess independent Hive functionality.

Wu Fan leaned back in his chair and lit a cigarette.

A subway system.

He had always assud the underground rail tracks beneath the Hive were rely decorative—sothing the system used to justify where supplies ca from.

Now it seed they had an actual purpose.

Smoke drifted slowly through the office as he stared at the screen.

In other words, for only one thousand points, he could establish a direct underground transport line between the CDC and the prison.

He zood farther out.

Several gray dots surrounded Atlanta.

Farther away, more appeared.

One in Virginia.

Two in California.

Another in Nevada.

Each was labeled either Transfer Station or Hive Branch, and the unlock costs ranged anywhere from one thousand to one hundred thousand points.

Wu Fan closed the map and returned to the main interface.

Current Points: 12,000

He stared at the number for three seconds before pressing:

Confirm Construction

West Georgia Correctional Facility Transit Station — Under Construction…

Construction Complete

1,000 points consud

Remaining Points: 11,000

Hive tro Network Expanded

New Station Added: West Georgia Correctional Facility Prison (Secondary Transfer Station)

On the western side of the prison stood a damaged brick wall partially destroyed during the earlier assault.

Broken bricks littered the ground, while rust-covered steel bars protruded from the cracked concrete.

Under the cover of night, the ruins began to move.

The collapsed debris shifted aside as though so hidden chanism had awakened beneath it.

An underground passage slowly revealed itself.

It looked almost as if the destroyed wall had accidentally exposed a secret tunnel buried beneath the prison.

The entire process lasted less than a minute.

At the bottom of the passage sat a monorail freight transfer station.

A silver-gray tal door erged from the darkness, the familiar red-and-white Umbrella emblem embedded into its surface.

With a soft chanical hiss, the door slid open.

Stairs descended into the illuminated station below.

At the end of the stairway, the lights flickered on one by one.

The next morning, Wu Fan stood by the third-floor window holding a cup of coffee.

Downstairs, a crowd had gathered around the public notice board.

Amy had posted the announcent the previous night.

The ssage was simple and direct:

Recruiting Prison Branch Managers

Requirents:

– Managent experience

– Ability to make independent decisions

– Leadership capability

Interested applicants should contact Amy.

Wu Fan watched the people reading the notice while taking a slow sip of coffee.

The prison needed soone capable of holding it together.

Not another fighter like rle.

Soone reliable.

Soone capable of building sothing stable.

Compared to the CDC, the prison was simpler. There were fewer civilians to protect and fewer researchers to manage.

But it was also closer to Woodbury.

Closer to danger.

Closer to the roaming walker hordes outside the city.

Whoever took charge needed to be decisive—but not reckless.

Ruthless—but not cruel for cruelty's sake.

Several nas crossed Wu Fan's mind.

One by one, he rejected them.

In the end, he decided to let people volunteer themselves.

Lori stood in front of the notice board, silently rereading the sa lines over and over.

She had just picked Carl up from school, but the mont they returned, the boy had run off to play with his classmates.

Now she stood alone before the notice.

Prison Branch Managent.

Her thoughts imdiately drifted toward Rick.

If Rick took over the prison…

He wouldn't need to constantly lead scavenging missions anymore.

He wouldn't need to search dangerous ruins or fight strangers on abandoned highways.

And every ti he left, she wouldn't have to lie awake wondering whether he would ever return.

The prison had walls.

Gates.

A permanent base.

It was far safer than wandering outside.

Lori unconsciously tightened her grip on Carl's backpack strap until her knuckles turned pale.

"Mom?"

Carl had sohow wandered back without her noticing.

He looked up at her curiously.

"What's wrong?"

Lori lowered her head and forced a gentle smile.

"Nothing. Let's go ho."

She took Carl's hand and started walking away.

But after only a few steps, she looked back at the notice once more.

On the opposite side of the board stood Carol.

Lori hadn't noticed her earlier.

Carol remained there even longer, carefully morizing every word.

That evening, Lori cooked Rick's favorite stew.

She had traded for a piece of frozen at at the market and simred it slowly for two full hours until the at practically lted under a spoon.

Carl ate enthusiastically, cheeks puffed full of food.

Rick finished two bowls.

Lori barely touched her own al.

"Rick…"

As she served him a third bowl, she spoke softly.

"Let's move to the prison."

Rick paused.

"What?"

"I saw the notice. You could manage the prison instead of constantly running missions."

Rick slowly set down his bowl and looked at her.

This ti, Lori didn't avoid his gaze.

"I can't sleep peacefully when you're out there every day," she admitted quietly. "The prison has walls, gates, and a permanent base. It's safer."

With his mouth still full, Carl asked vaguely:

"Where's Dad going?"

"Eat your food," Lori replied, placing another piece of at into his bowl.

Rick remained silent for a long ti.

Eventually, he picked up the third bowl and began eating again—slowly this ti.

"I'll go take a look," he finally said.

Lori's eyes brightened instantly.

Rick lowered his head and continued eating without eting her eyes again.

He still didn't know whether he truly wanted the position.

But he knew one thing.

He couldn't refuse the look she had just given him.

When Carol returned to her small room later that night, Sophia was already asleep.

Carol sat beside the bed for a long ti, quietly watching her daughter's peaceful face.

Eventually, she stood and walked to the old table in the corner where the paint had already begun peeling away.

From the drawer, she pulled out a wrinkled registration form.

It was the form she had filled out when she first arrived at the base.

She unfolded it carefully and stared at the line labeled:

Occupation: Housewife

After a long silence, she picked up a pen.

Then slowly added several more words beneath it.

Capable of combat.

Carol stared at the sentence for a very long ti.

Then she folded the paper neatly and placed it into her pocket.

Tomorrow, she would go see Amy.

No.

She would go see Wu Fan personally.

She wanted to place that form directly in front of him and tell him:

She wasn't only capable of sewing, cooking, or growing vegetables.

She could learn to shoot.

She could fight.

And she could do anything a man could do.