Night Raid

The night was cold, and the early autumn wind blew through their clothes, leaving a stinging sensation on their skin.

Kirk stood on the watchtower on duty, monitoring the dark world outside.

Thanks to the generator and Rick's resourceful acquisition of many barrels of diesel, the prison's electricity had been largely restored. By tomorrow, after clearing out the entire prison area, another generator in Zone A would be put into operation, allowing their defensive strength to reach a new level.

Sparks of electricity occasionally flashed across the electric fence, the blue light signifying both safety for humanity and danger for the walkers.

All four watchtowers were equipped with powerful searchlights, illuminating the area outside the prison as bright as day. They could even clearly see the black teeth in the mouths of the walkers wandering on the grass.

When patrolling at night, Kirk was always restless. Gazing at the pitch-black mountains in the distance, he felt a great danger approaching them.

Was it a walker horde more dangerous than in the story? Was it the main villain, The Governor, who knew the plot with the help of a contractor? Or was it the dangerous power struggles within their own ranks? Kirk didn't know.

Sneak away? Kirk shook his head. If he left the team and the prison, he might be devoured by the mutated walker horde tonight.

Little Fatty whispered beside him, "Big brother, we can go back in four days."

Kirk said seriously, "Little Fatty, you can't think like that, or you won't make it through these four days. Remember, desperation breeds survival."

Little Fatty nodded, "Big brother, I understand. Do you think tonight is a big deal?"

The walker horde's visit had become a nightly routine; not a single night allowed for peaceful sleep.

Killing walkers during the day, capturing shelters, all for the sake of killing more walkers at night and surviving. Surviving to kill walkers the next day. It was truly ironic.

"A big deal? Hard to say, but The Space has warned us twice officially. Do you think it's a big deal?" Kirk said with a heavy heart. He was just a shut-in, perhaps a slightly more capable shut-in now. The continuous high-intensity combat and lack of rest were taking a heavy psychological toll.

"They're here!" Little Fatty pointed ahead.

Kirk strained his eyes, and the low groans of walkers in the distance echoed again. Rows of ragged walkers were slowly approaching in large numbers. They moved slowly but with an undeniable determination.

Kirk even saw a semblance of "will" in their hollow eyes! This made him certain. These walkers had mutated, and their strength was incomparable to before.

The walker horde, with its strength greatly increased again, had finally appeared!

The prison stirred again. People shouted, hastily putting on clothes and rushing out of their cells. They carried all sorts of weapons: guns, steel pipes, machetes. For their lives and their families' futures, they were willing to pay any price.

The four watchtowers were manned by newcomers and even some characters from the story. Rick had heeded everyone's advice and strengthened their defenses. The sentry posts were equipped with heavy firearms.

The walker horde entered the brightly lit area, but the prison still hadn't opened fire.

The electric fence was already doing its job. Firing would attract more walkers, and if they could be electrocuted, it would save a lot of bullets.

The prison's warriors poured out of the prison, occupying various defensive positions, forming a defense system, and nervously watching the area outside the electric fence.

The first walker reached the electric fence and grabbed it. A powerful current instantly coursed through its body. In just one second, the walker turned into charcoal.

A huge cheer echoed through the night sky. Humans shouted wildly, tears streaming down their faces.

Once upon a time, humanity had been reduced to their food, fleeing everywhere.

The power of civilization had vanished.

Now, powerful technology had returned! It was invincible! Protecting the remaining humans!

Another walker grabbed the electric fence and turned to ash again!

Hordes after hordes of walkers turned to ash.

Watching the smooth progress before him, Kirk's unease grew stronger. The Space had warned them twice. Was a mere electric fence enough to block all threats?

After all, the name of this world was thewalkingdead! The Walking Dead!

They were the masters of this world!

How could humanity's fragile technology stop them?

As expected, the sound of a motor roaring began.

It was a large box truck! Exactly like the one that had ambushed the prison in the original story! And at this time, Andrea was still in the camp, Green and Maggie hadn't been kidnapped, and everyone didn't even know what Philip looked like. Philip wasn't supposed to appear yet, so this truck shouldn't be here!

All the newcomers' faces turned pale.

All the newcomers clearly remembered the terrifying and sinister Governor Philip!

Kirk knew even better that Philip likely had someone from the future by his side, someone who knew the entire plot progression! This meant Philip also knew about the current insignificant strength of the prison!

If you knew a weak group could destroy you in the future, wouldn't you immediately mobilize all your forces to destroy them?

The answer was obviously yes.

Therefore, the original plot had undergone a huge change! Philip's power, combined with the mutation of the walker horde, formed a massive real threat!

"Organize them!" Ma Ruiqi screamed hysterically, her beautiful face contorted!

"Take down the driver!" Blondie yelled at his subordinates.

Kirk had already acted. He emptied a magazine in just one minute. A blood-soaked man fell out of the driver's seat and was quickly devoured by walkers.

But the truck was still moving!

The desperate newcomers no longer cared about attracting walkers with gunfire. Intense firepower shattered the truck's headlights and windows. But the truck still successfully crashed into the electric fence!

After an explosion, the electric fence was knocked down, and the truck continued to move forward, crushing the fence. The rear door of the box was actually wide open!

The newcomers watched in despair as walkers jumped out of the back door one after another!

The truck was packed full of walkers, walkers who had undergone secondary mutations!

Disaster struck twice: screams and gunshots erupted from the prison! Only the old, weak, sick, and disabled remained in the rooms. The gunshots meant walkers had breached the back door! Someone had infiltrated the prison, cut the lock on the back door, and opened a path for the walkers!

The newcomers weren't unprepared. Every half hour, a patrol checked every door leading outside to ensure safety, yet someone still found a loophole!

Within a few breaths, the plot team's impregnable defense system had devolved into a desperate predicament, caught between attacks from both front and back.

It was a desperate situation with almost no chance of turning the tide.

After all, Philip and the contractors on the other side wouldn't be comfortably sleeping at home; they were surely lurking outside, ensuring the plot team would be swallowed by the two walker armies attacking from front and back. If the plot team managed to survive but was severely weakened by heavy losses, they would strike again!

Humans had to fight to the death amongst themselves!

As if to prove this point, fierce machine cannon and grenade launcher attacks struck the four watchtowers. The four strong spotlights were quickly blasted to pieces, and the camp plunged back into darkness. The first three watchtowers exploded, sending debris flying everywhere. Many people were blown to smithereens before they could even scream. Among them were some contractors. The machine cannon and grenade launchers were too powerful; the newcomers' meager health points couldn't withstand even a graze, leading to instant death!

Seeing the situation turn dire, Kirk grabbed Little Fatty and jumped down before their own watchtower was destroyed. They both sustained minor injuries in the subsequent explosion, but it wasn't serious. However, a shard of glass struck Kirk's head, leaving him bleeding profusely. Little Fatty quickly bandaged Kirk's head.

The defenders' sharpshooters lost their targets, and their long-range firepower was rendered useless.

Moreover, even if they fired, the sharpshooters, exposed in the darkness, would be uneasy, wondering if they would be hit by a grenade launcher in the next second.

Under these circumstances, the defensive combat power naturally plummeted.

The situation couldn't possibly get any worse!

Everyone in the prison, whether plot characters or newcomer contractors, gritted their teeth. The enemy was utterly malicious! They were practically begging to die faster!

Kirk stood up expressionlessly and told Little Fatty to run back into the prison. Little Fatty wanted to go with him, but Kirk shouted, "I'm going to do something big. You protect yourself and absolutely don't die!"

Little Fatty nodded. "Big brother, you must take care. If things get too tough, we brothers will fight our way out!"

Kirk nodded.

He had figured it out; if things continued like this, they would truly have no escape. The key to breaking this death trap lay with the plot character protagonist, Rick!

Rick commanded a powerful plot team; over 100 people listened to him. Although the newcomers had many ideas, they had no other choice but to rely on him!

Right now, the worst fear was everyone acting on their own, becoming a scattered mess, and being hunted by the two large groups of mutated walkers combined with The Governor's forces. The ultimate outcome would be the death of everyone, leaving no one behind!

Kirk rushed to Rick, who was furious, firing his pistol repeatedly, his entire attention focused on the walker horde in front of him.

Kirk sighed. In the original plot, he viewed Rick as having first-class charisma, second-rate leadership, and third-rate battlefield response. Now, this big brother was only shouting and telling everyone to shoot the enemy, having completely forgotten his command responsibilities!

Kirk had to persuade Rick to accept his tactical advice.

"Rick, this won't work! We've received an attack of unknown scale inside! There are too many walkers outside now, and unidentified enemies are lurking in the shadows. We need to retreat! We can't hold this place anymore!" Kirk yelled in his ear.

Rick shook his head. "I've already sent Shane with Daryl and Michonne (the black Blade Woman) and Mori back to the prison to assist the doctors in fending off the walkers. It should just be a group of walkers turned from prison inmates, not too many. I want you to hold this place now and not let any walkers into the prison!"

Kirk's teeth itched with frustration. "Not too many walkers behind? This pincer attack is clearly the enemy's tactical arrangement. According to the pre-arranged defense, each cell door was inspected every half hour, and there were no problems. Now that the walker hordes have gotten in, it's clear the enemy knew our defense system inside out. This area is open and has no defensible terrain. The walker horde's numerical advantage can be maximized, not to mention the enemy has machine cannons and grenade launchers, constantly disrupting our gathered defensive lines. This Rick still doesn't know how to adapt!"

He knew he didn't have Basic Eloquence, and his Charisma was very average; he couldn't convince this stubborn idiot at all!

Were he and Little Fatty really going to risk their lives and break out? What about Mori? This tough guy definitely wouldn't leave.

Suddenly, he remembered a detail, a detail the Space had hinted at.

Then, he frantically queried the Space, immediately unequipped his Silver-tier title, Walker King, and equipped the Black Iron-tier title, Fire Captain: Automatically gain favorability with human faction plot characters (regardless of whether equipped), and with it equipped, Charisma checks for interacting with humans gain a +2 modifier.

Then, he used a Team Contribution Value privilege!

Team Contribution Value could be used to forcibly persuade plot characters to make decisions!

Kirk spent a full 100 points of Team Contribution Value to suggest a decision to Rick, forcing it through at the cost of reduced favorability! If not for the Fire Captain title and his good personal relationship with Rick, it would have cost 200 contribution points!

Rick reluctantly put away his firearm. "Fine, fine! Seeing as you've always been capable! Seeing as we had a relationship before! I'll trust your intuition this once! Just this once! But if your damn idea leads us to hell, I'll kill you myself!"

Then, he roared in grief and anger, "Everyone, retreat! Retreat into the prison! We'll defend from inside!"

Kirk let out a long sigh of relief. He noticed his remaining meager 39 contribution points and a series of frustrating prompts from the Space like "Rick's relationship with you has dropped to Neutral" and "Rick's relationship with you has become Indifferent," his heart bleeding!

If my own life wasn't on the line, I wouldn't care if you died! No wonder your wife cheated on you behind your back! What a rip-off! Kirk cursed inwardly.

Upon receiving Rick's order, the plot characters and newcomers outside began to retreat. At this moment, the long-silent machine cannon and rocket launchers roared again, concentrating their fire on the prison entrance on the retreat path.

"As expected," Kirk sneered. "The thing they least want to see is us retreating into the sturdy prison. This prison is extremely well-built and can withstand direct artillery fire! Machine guns and grenade launchers won't be able to damage it from inside."

As the guns fired, everyone saw the enemy's malicious intent and ran even faster. Most of them successfully retreated inside.

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