A carefully plotted ambush designed to eliminate her people outside the safety of the base, where the blame could be conveniently pinned on a zombie horde.
But Kisha's warriors weren't just ready—they were waiting.
"Looks like the City Lord was right," Rose said dryly, shrugging her shoulders as if the guns aimed at her didn't concern her in the slightest. "This old man won't stop until he's staring at his own coffin."
To the Commander General, her nonchalance was just an act, either a bluff to buy time or a quiet signal to alert her allies for a rescue. What he didn't realize was that it wasn't Rose who needed rescuing.
No, it was them.
