The same thing was happening on the other side.
Outside the town of Daan. West Area, Base of Pink Surge Faction, Inside a pink shipping container.
"And yep, that's the gist of it." A young man shrugged his shoulder and put his hands in the jeans pocket before sitting on the couch.
"That's actually interesting. Imagine if that's really a strong zombie? Let's say, a Level Three° one? Wouldn't our faction become even busier? Say, for example, if our members no longer wanted to go out in fear of the Beheader, the other faction would surely do the same. If so, then the numbers of zombies would grow, especially the higher-level ones."
"Then, the competition would become fierce, after the fear of the Beheader died down, that is. This will be fun." Sitting on a pink turning chair, the leader of Pink Surge Faction, wearing a pink coat and pink headband giggled all the while sipping a glass of pink cocktail slowly.
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