"Father!"

Abel blinked.

"Ah, sorry — I was thinking of something else."

Abel did say that they would flee the village one week ago. But here they were, still in the same exact village.

First of all, fleeing when everyone could just live peacefully in the village felt unnecessary. There'd be some zombies here and there, but they often could just fight them off — no, to be exact, whack them off.

Since they weren't hordes, Abel or whoever spotted them would just ride a motorcycle full speed toward the zombie, hold a shovel in one hand, and swing as soon as they were a couple inches close.

The zombie would instantly drop dead.

Or if they didn't — because your hit sucks — you could just brute force it there on.

The villagers themselves had been wondering why the zombies didn't rush in. The first theory was that their flesh just tasted bad — but the more probable theory was that the zombies preferred going to the city, where there were much more survivors.

Now that the survivors in the city seemed to have shrunk, their village had seen bigger and bigger hordes. Since their houses were mostly just made of boards, Abel had been sheltering them in the church. He made Brother Louis do patrol checks every hour, making sure each entrance was secured.

Does it mean the nearby cities have been wiped out?

How about Cain?

Abel shook his head. He's in the special ops. They probably have the highest military luxury.

"Is everyone ready?"

"Yes — but we can't decide on going to the city or the forest. They've been debating for a while and I tried to mediate, but they were so fiery—"

Abel patted his shoulder.

"Brother Louis — problems like this have an easy solution."

"W-what is that?"

"Follow me."

Louis gulped. Is it diplomacy? He had heard that Father Abel was good at talking — but he didn't know he was this good!

God, thank you for stationing me here!

"I say we go to the city. Our supply isn't going to last long, and we can survive better in cars and trucks too."

"No, the forest is safer. It's only a matter of time before the villages swarm with zombies, and we'll get trapped."

"Don't you hear what I said? We're gonna have to carry all these supplies and walk by foot if we go to the forest!"

"We have some cattle that can help us with the load. And I didn't know you are older than me, Granny Amelia."

"EXCUSE ME?? I'M ONE YEAR YOUNGER THAN YOU, AND I WALKED WAY MORE THAN YOU CARRYING POTATOES EVERY DAY, GRANDPA THEO!"

"Then, what's the problem?"

"I wasn't cooped up in my room all day, watching cars get destroyed in zombie movies and developing paranoia. "

"EXCUSE ME???"

Abel cleared his throat.

Everyone fell silent.

"Ladies and gentlemen — do you know what a coin is for?"

Uhm... to buy something?

They gazed as the coin flew up.

Then, before the coin flipped, Abel muttered very quickly.

"Heads for city, Tails for forest."

Wait, what?

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