Moving into action

"No problem."

Old Abraham stood up with a cigarette between his lips and left the campfire, giving Henry a couple of pats on the shoulder as he passed.

After those two pats, Henry excitedly licked his lips and asked Gavin in a low voice.

"Boss, are you really going to lead the team out to kill zombies yourself?"

"I thought that sort of work... was supposed to be left to your men, just like our speaker always sends his people off to do this and that."

Henry sat down excitedly beside Gavin, his leg bouncing without him even noticing.

From the outbreak of the apocalypse to the present wasteland era, Henry had personally experienced fleeing from zombies, but he had never actually taken part in a field operation and deliberately attacked them!

After all, not long after the apocalypse began, he had joined the New York Council with his father and their group.

His father had spoiled him before the apocalypse and spoiled him even more afterward. So even when the New York Council was short on manpower, Henry had mostly stayed home doing farmwork, occasionally helping move sandbags or set up barricade posts.

Putting on body armor, taking a gun, and going out fully prepared to attack zombies head-on, like this...

In the past, he had only seen the New York Council's field teams off to do that.

As for doing it himself...

Just imagining what he would be doing today had the kid almost unable to contain his excitement.

Seeing Henry's barely concealed excitement and hearing what he said,

Gavin shook his head in amusement, then gave Henry the middle finger as he replied.

"Kid, there's no room for building one person up by tearing another down here. Don't compare Selior to me!"

"How fucking old is the