Among the ten men left behind in the Smoky Mountains, they watched the convoy drive away.
Brody Ford, their leader, gloomily exhaled a cloud of smoke and told his men with a bitter smile.
"Honestly, I hate garrison assignments. Once the word 'garrison' gets involved, we end up like the goddamn American troops stationed around the world before the apocalypse, stuck somewhere that isn't home until the end of time."
"And more importantly, even if we have to do that, we don't get the same right to screw women all over the world that they did."
At that, Brody curled his lip in frustration.
The men beside him all agreed.
But while they were voicing their agreement, a little over a hundred and twenty meters away from them...
Several New York Council men were already walking over together.
Of course, those men weren't looking for trouble. After four whole days of cooperation, the Alliance and the New York Council had long since grown familiar with each other.
Especially after Gavin and Council Speaker Selior established a basic friendship, their cooperation had become even more comfortable.
The leader of the Council's garrison waved to Brody and his men from a distance.
"Hey, Alliance brothers! Stop staring after your boss like little kids watching Daddy leave home!"
"There's still a while until noon. How about some poker? At least it'll give us something to do!"
"Over the last few days, our people have thoroughly checked the area several times. We even fired shots around the nearby forest to lure out and kill most of the scattered zombies that used to wander into the mountains."
"For the time being, all we need is a few sentries nearby to keep an eye out. There's hardly any pressure on us anymore. What else are we