"Will you be leading every group, then?"

"Well… I can't. Once we set a time, three groups should move at once — perhaps separated at most by 10 minutes."

Cain thought for a while.

"Actually, I can — but not for the whole journey. I'll go with the first group up to 30 minutes, meet the next group halfway, and so on."

Everyone cheered.

Juan chuckled.

It had only been a few days since they met Cain, but everyone had quickly felt safe around him.

Sometimes he felt really lucky to have met Cain in his missionary entrance mission. Cain was still a recruit in the special ops then, and as they walked around trying to navigate the cave tunnels — which felt more like a maze — they became acquainted.

At least that's the word Cain used.

When they separated, Cain left him a note:

"I'd love to be acquainted to you. Thank you for sharing the water."

Well — if he never met Cain, he'd surely never make it out of the tunnels alive.

The days went by.

The groups started moving, led by Cain. He had mapped out the usual rotations of the zombies and their behaviors — with a streak of luck and care, they should be fine.

That is, until the last group came up.

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