After saying that, James left Sam and went to the other side of the floor, where he found Luna in her office room with a man who was the owner of Blue Light Publishers, named Andrus.
Andrus said, "Chairman Luna, You invited me here to make a deal but now i am stuck here with you, how are you going to compensate me?"
Luna said, "Mr. Andrus, I have informed my dad about us. Please wait for a while. He will come here to save us."
Andrus stood up from his seat and left with his hot secretary while saying, "Ms. Luna. I will be waiting for them. In the meantime, you need to find a way to collect more food for us."
After Andrus and his secretary left the room, John said,"Ms. Luna, we are unable to find anyone from the military and our food will only last for one more day."
John's words hung in the air, weighing heavily on Luna's shoulders. The reality of their situation sank in deeper, and Luna knew they couldn't afford to wait any longer for rescue. She had to take matters into her own hands.
With a determined expression, Luna turned to John. "John, we can't rely on anyone else to save us. We have to find a way to survive and escape on our own."
John looked at Luna, his eyes filled with concern. "But Luna, the number of zombies outside is overwhelming. It's too dangerous."
Luna nodded, acknowledging the risks they faced. "I know, John. But if we stay here and wait, we'll run out of supplies and become vulnerable. We have to be proactive."
John hesitated for a moment, weighing the options in his mind. Finally, he sighed and nodded. "You're right, Luna. We can't just sit here and hope for rescue. Let's gather everyone and come up with a plan."
As Luna and John gathered the employees in the conference room, tension hung in the air. The grim reality of their situation weighed heavily on everyone's minds. The room was filled with anxious whispers and worried glances, each person grappling with their own fears and uncertainties.
Luna stood at the front of the room, her voice filled with determination. "I know we're facing a difficult situation, but we can't lose hope. We have to come together and find a way to survive. Our lives depend on it."
A middle-aged man raised his hand, his voice laced with skepticism. "But Luna, how can we possibly fight against the hordes of zombies outside? We're not trained for combat."
Luna understood their concerns, but she refused to let despair consume her. "We may not have military training, but we have strength in numbers and the will to survive. We need to utilize our resources wisely and strategize our escape."
John stepped forward, his voice calm yet resolute. "We'll divide ourselves into groups and create distractions to draw the zombies away from the building. While they're occupied, another group will make a run for it."
A young woman interjected, her voice filled with fear. "But what if we get separated or lost?"
John reassured her, his gaze steady. "We'll establish rendezvous points along the way. Stick to the plan, and we'll regroup at each checkpoint."
Luna added, "We'll also need to scavenge for supplies as we go. Food, water, and any useful items we can find."
The room fell into a brief silence as the employees absorbed the gravity of their situation. The reality of the impending danger sank in, but they also recognized the urgency of taking action.
One by one, they voiced their agreement and commitment to the plan. Fear began to transform into determination, and a sense of unity emerged among them. They were not just colleagues; they were survivors fighting for their lives.
With their plan in place, Luna and John led the employees in preparations.
They gathered whatever supplies they could find in the building—water bottles, non-perishable food, flashlights, and makeshift weapons. Each person was assigned a role, and they practiced their escape routes, familiarizing themselves with the layout of the surrounding streets.
As the time to execute their plan drew near, Luna's mind was filled with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. She knew the risks they were taking, but she also believed in their collective strength and resilience.
The time had come for Luna and her group to put their plan into action. Armed with determination and makeshift weapons, they moved with cautious steps through the dimly lit hallways of the Silkwood office building. The air was heavy with tension, and the sound of their own footsteps echoed in their ears.
John led the way, his years of experience in the building proving invaluable as he navigated them towards the nearest exit. But they still encounter a group of zombies on their way.
The group's hearts pounded in their chests as they came face to face with the group of zombies. The undead creatures lurched toward them, their decomposing bodies emitting a putrid stench that filled the air.
Luna and her companions immediately sprang into action, their makeshift weapons swinging through the air. John wielded a metal pipe, striking the nearest zombie with a powerful blow to its head. The impact sent the creature sprawling to the ground, its limbs twitching uncontrollably.
Emma, armed with a sharpened wooden stake, jabbed it into another zombie's chest, aiming for its heart. The creature let out a guttural growl as it stumbled backward, but it continued to advance, seemingly unaffected by the injury.
Despite their efforts, the zombies kept coming, their numbers seemingly endless. And one after another, the employee's gets bitten by them to death.
Their screams echoed all over the building, attracting more zombies at their location.
Luna's heart sank as she witnessed the loss of her people. She knew there was no time to grieve, though. They had to push forward, to survive.
The group fought with renewed determination, fueled by both grief and a fierce will to live. Each swing of their weapons, each arrow that found its mark, brought them one step closer to the exit. The hallway became littered with the remains of the fallen zombies, their lifeless bodies providing a grim reminder of the battle they had fought.
Finally, when they came out of the building, only 5 people managed to survive. Luna and her secretary, Andrus and his secretary, and John.
Taking a moment to catch her breath, Luna looked back at the office building. And she couldn't help but cry because she saw her people sacrifice themselves to save her. She can't defend herself because she never had combat training and now she is regretting it. She can't even kill a single zombie by herself.
Luna wiped away her tears, her gaze fixed on the building where her loyal employees had made the ultimate sacrifice. The weight of their deaths rested heavily on her shoulders, and she couldn't shake off the guilt that consumed her. She knew she had to honor their sacrifice by pushing forward, by finding a way to survive and make their deaths mean something.
Emilia, her secretary, sensing Luna's anguish, placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "We can't change what happened, Ms. Luna," he said softly. "But we can honor their memory by ensuring their sacrifice was not in vain. We need to keep moving."
Luna nodded, finding strength in Emilia's words. She took a deep breath and turned her attention to John, who stood at the front of their diminished group. Despite the losses they had suffered, he remained steadfast in their mission to escape the city overrun by the undead.
"We can't stay here," John stated firmly, his voice carrying a sense of urgency. "We need to find a safe place, regroup, and figure out our next move."
Luna's mind raced with thoughts of survival strategies and potential safe havens. She knew they couldn't afford to stay out in the open for long. The city was swarming with zombies, and time was running out. They needed to find shelter, gather supplies, and form a plan to survive this nightmare.
"John, do you know of any nearby locations that could provide us with some safety?" Luna asked, her voice quivering slightly.
John nodded, his eyes scanning their surroundings. "There's an old warehouse a few blocks from here," he replied. "It's not the best option, but it might offer some temporary shelter until we can devise a better plan."
Luna recognized the urgency in John's suggestion. They needed to act quickly and make the most of the resources available to them. With a newfound determination, she rallied the group and led them toward the warehouse, their surviving members sticking close together as they cautiously navigated the deserted streets.
As they reached the warehouse, Luna's heart sank at the sight of its dilapidated exterior. The once bustling structure now stood as a desolate and grim reminder of the world they once knew. But there was no time for despair. They had to make do with what they had.
Inside, Luna and the others scour the warehouse for any useful supplies. They gathered food, water, and basic medical supplies, doing their best to arm themselves for the challenges ahead. Luna's lack of combat training became even more apparent as she struggled to handle even the simplest weapons. However, she was determined to learn and adapt in order to survive.
In order to make a plan everyone decided to stay in this warehouse for the night.
The warehouse was cloaked in darkness as Luna and her group huddled together, seeking refuge from the relentless horrors outside. The dim light of a few flickering candles cast eerie shadows on the worn-out walls, creating an atmosphere of unease. Their bodies were weary, but their minds remained alert, knowing that danger lurked in every corner of the city.
As the night wore on, Luna found it difficult to rest. The weight of their recent losses and the responsibility she carried weighed heavily on her. She sat near a small, dusty window, peering out into the darkness, her thoughts consumed by the uncertain future that lay before them.
Suddenly, a noise from outside jolted Luna from her contemplation. She strained her ears, trying to discern the source of the disturbance. The sound grew louder, transforming into muffled footsteps and hushed whispers. Panic gripped her heart as she realized they were not alone.
"Luna," Emilia whispered, sensing her unease. "Did you hear that? Someone's out there."
Luna nodded, her eyes widening with concern. She quickly motioned for the others to gather around her, keeping their movements as silent as possible. They formed a tight circle, their makeshift weapons clutched tightly in their hands.
The footsteps drew nearer, and Luna's heart raced. It wasn't long before a group of shadowy figures emerged from the darkness. They had guns with them, they were bandits, scavengers who preyed upon the vulnerable in this lawless world.
A man from their group stepped ahead and shouted, "Everyone of you come out and don't try to run. We have surrounded this whole warehouse, there is no way for you to run."
Luna's heart pounded in her chest as she assessed the situation unfolding before her.
The bandits, armed with guns and a menacing demeanor, had surrounded the warehouse. Their leader, a tall and imposing figure, stepped forward with a wicked grin on his face. His eyes gleamed with malice, and Luna could sense the darkness that resided within him.
As Luna and her companions emerged from their hiding places, directly confronting the bandits, the leader of the group was taken aback by the striking beauty of the two women, and barked, "Hand over all these ladies and your supplies.", his voice dripping with a mixture of authority and desire. "We'll leave the rest of you alone."
Luna's mind raced, searching for a way to protect herself and her companions from the clutches of these ruthless bandits. She couldn't allow herself or anyone else to fall into their hands. The bandits represented a different kind of danger, one that was just as deadly as the hordes of zombies roaming the city.