Zombie Tyrannomon set off on its journey. Of course, if it passed military bases or state capitals, it would have to make a little trouble and spread some Zombie Virus while it was at it.
So how long the trip would take, and when it would find the first ancient monster, remained unknown.
"We're not working tonight. Tomorrow, I'm taking everyone to build a reservoir to store rainwater for later." Harley laid out her plans. She truly intended to play this management game properly. "Once the reservoir is ready, we'll go into the city for some crop seeds and see if we can become self-sufficient."
"There's no rush on the reservoir. This rain will last for a month. By the way, next month, all of North America will get hailstorms. In the third month, the Arctic and Antarctic will melt. We won't be short on water anytime soon."
Deathstroke gave her the weather forecast, the absolutely accurate kind.
"Ah, so water really isn't a problem. Fine, then at daybreak, I'll take people into the city to rescue Survivors." Harley pouted, got up to close the door, then swayed back over and lay down. "I'm going to be a strong woman of the apocalypse, so I can keep you as my pretty boy someday. Meehahahaha!"
"Heh, as long as you're happy." Su Ming patted her head, pulled a large bed from his waist pouch, and tossed it aside. "Go to sleep first. I'm going to take a walk through the nearby woods, check for holes in the perimeter defenses, and get in my daily workout."
Harley, sitting up sideways, tilted her head. She tugged open her collar, revealing a stretch of snowy white shoulder, licked her lips seductively, and crooked a finger.
"Why do you have to work out every day?