Blue Wave Faction.

A person was standing atop the canopy of a broken dump truck. Below the person was the hundreds of members of the Blue Wave Faction. All the people below were Level One° human, and they all came from different villages under the town of Daan.

"I think all of you must have already heard about the Beheader. The issue had reached a point where all of you are now unwilling to go out, in fear of being beheaded just like one of your companion…" Dotina spoke regarding the issue of the beheader in a loud voice. She then announces what they are going to do and what they shouldn't do.

"I have already notified the Bossman about it and she already gives her permission about not going out. If you have any questions, raise your hand first before speaking. There are hundreds of you here so I'm afraid I might not be able to hear you clearly if all of you speak in unison."

A hand was raised in the middle of the crowd, garnering the attention of the masses. Dotina nodded her head, permitting the person to talk.

"Miss Dotina, what about our Apocalypse Virus Ration? Will it be affected?"

"Sadly, yes. The ration you talk about was generally the Apocalypse Virus that you guys have harvested. To be exact, the base would only take a portion of it, to help those people who still can't kill a zombie, to evolve. In short, the portion we took will be given to those unevolved, and the rest would be returned to those who harvested it."

"So without you guys harvesting Apocalypse Virus, there would be no supply of Apocalypse Virus for the base as well. Meaning, no Apocalypse Virus ration."

"Well, we don't forbid you for going out, but as we still need to investigate the Beheader, we suggest that you stay at the base first. No one will be starved anyway, there are dozens of mutated fruits around to eat."

"Any other questions?" Dotina asked.

Another person raised a hand and the question and answer portion continued for more than an hour.

"If that's all, you are dismissed," Dotina said as she jumped off the canopy of the broken dump truck.

"Bart, call the other seven Level Two° members, we will have a meeting."

Bart bashfully nodded his head before scramming away.

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Pink Surge Faction.

Under an upside-down dump truck, 10 people were seated around a square table.

Seated in the middle was the strongest among the bunch, the leader of the Pink Surge Faction. Wearing a feathered pink coat and pink headband, the leader sat in the middle leisurely.

With four people facing each other on the side and the weakest, Katrina on the other end of the table. The 10 persons present are the Level Two° members of the Pink Surge Faction.

The Level One° members of the Pink Surge Faction called them as,

Officials of the Square Table under an upside-down dump truck. In short, they are the 10 strongest people inside the Pink Surge Faction's base.

"So? What is this for? If this isn't anything I will really kill you this time, Jake!" A woman said in an arrogant tone.

Opposite her, Jake made a lazy sigh before saying, "Why are you venting this to me? It's the leader who called for the meeting, not me."

"Huh? What're you saying? Can't hear you!" The arrogant woman smashed the table lightly before standing up. She then pointed her ears as if saying to Jake to repeat what he just said.

Jake shook his head and didn't reply any further. The woman's attitude is always like that, it's as if she is always undergoing menstruation, always angry.

The arrogant woman clicked her tongue before settling to the chair again.

The two were just beside the leader, but like every time a meeting would commence, the two would always quarrel, so the leader was already used to it.

"So what are we here for?" Said a bulky man on Jake's side.

"Brief them on what's happening, Jake."

"Why me? Sigh!" Jake lazily said.

Not wasting any time, Jake proceeds to brief the others on what had happened for the past hours.

"Beheader? Cool!" Said a man with a young voice beside the silent Katrina.

"So? What's our move about this?"

"Simple. Investigate and locate the Beheader first. If it is a zombie, retreat and let the other faction be the cannon fodder. If it's a human, befriend and make him/her an ally. If we can't befriend the Beheader, it's better to kill it than to let the other faction acquire him/her." Said the leader, while leaning back on the chair.

"So with that said, we need to divide ourselves and search for the Beheader," Jake said.

"Where are you going, Burnok?" Said the arrogant woman opposite to Jake, to a man who prepared to leave the meeting.

"If this meeting is all about finding the Beheader. I don't need a partner, I will find and kill the Beheader myself." Said Burnok as he continued to get out the upside-down dump truck.

"Keep boasting. Don't come back with a tail behind your back if it's a Level Three zombie, alright?" The arrogant woman said.

"Sigh! So you're saying that if it's a Level Three° human, Burnok could handle it?" Jake shook his head.

BAM!

A fist was smashed on the table as the arrogant woman's eyes stared dagger at Jake. "Huh? Did I say something like that? You wanna fight?"

"Hehe. Let him do what he wants." The leader said leisurely, it's as if the life of some underlings doesn't matter. However, contrary to that, the leader really did care about their lives.

The leader knew that Burnok was a cunning man, the leader had nothing to worry about him.

"What about the Level One° members? What are they supposed to do?" Said one of the members of the square table.

"Them? Let them do what they want. Hehehe!" The leader said with a matter of factly tone.

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