I Got Reincarnated as a Zombie Girl-Chapter 66 – One Word : No

Morning light had just begun to slip through the window when a sharp knock echoed on Sofia’s bedroom door.

Knock knock knock!

The sound was urgent—almost anxious. Frowning, Sofia quickly tidied her messy hair and threw on a light jacket before opening the door.

Outside stood Viktor, slightly out of breath, with Altair behind him wearing a serious expression.

"What’s going on this early?" Sofia asked, puzzled.

"We need to talk. Now," Viktor said quickly. Without waiting, the three of them made their way to a small briefing room in the base. A long wooden table and several metal chairs greeted them, cluttered with scattered documents.

Once seated, Altair opened the discussion.

"Sofia... another military outpost has fallen."

Sofia narrowed her eyes. "Huh? But we’ve cut ties with them, haven’t we?"

Viktor nodded slowly, but his expression remained tense. "True. But last night... their central headquarters sent a distress call. Directly to our main radio."

"They’re asking for help?" Sofia asked, her tone laced with suspicion.

Altair cut in, voice flat but sharp. "If you can even call it asking. They ordered us to defend their threatened outpost. And in return, they said we could take over the ruins of the already-destroyed one as a form of ’cooperation.’"

Viktor added, clearly annoyed, "They promised to send ammunition and food as a ’reward’ if we help."

Sofia rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue. "How arrogant. Instead of humbling themselves and asking for help, they still act like they have the right to command."

Altair nodded. "That’s exactly what pissed us off too. Their tone... hasn’t changed one bit from before."

Sofia leaned back and crossed her arms. "Ammunition and food? We now have plenty of strong awakened. Our harvests are going well thanks to elemental nature magic. Sure, we can’t produce bullets yet, but we still have plenty of physical weapons and strategy options."

Viktor gave a thin smile. "Right. And the point system you suggested is running smoothly. Nearly everyone here has a job now. They’re more disciplined than I expected."

"That’s good news," Sofia said with satisfaction. "We built all this from scratch, and they think we’d submit again just for some supplies? No."

Suddenly, the old radio on their table crackled to life.

Bzzt!... Bzzt!!

"New Dawn Base, this is Central. Well? Do you accept our offer?"

Without hesitation, Sofia picked up the radio, brought it to her mouth, and answered with a single word filled with unwavering resolve:

"No."

Click!

She turned the radio off immediately. Silence hung in the room, followed by soft chuckles from Altair and Viktor at Sofia’s cold yet firm expression.

"Just carry on with our usual activities," she ordered casually as she stood up.

Meanwhile, far away at military headquarters, a communication officer hurled the radio against the wall with a violent crash.

THUD!!

Shards scattered across the floor. "DAMN THEM!" he roared, face flushed with rage.

And the world kept turning... with two sides now more clearly divided than ever.

At military central command, the atmosphere in the war room was tense. The radio that had just been used to contact Sofia’s base now lay in pieces, shattered after being hurled into the wall in a fit of rage by one of the officers.

His breathing was heavy, chest heaving with emotion. But when he realized who was in the room, he quickly turned and bowed slightly toward the high-ranking man seated calmly at the end of the table.

"Apologies, General. I... lost control."

The older man, sitting upright in a decorated uniform, gave a slow nod, indicating that he understood—but his expression remained cold and oppressive.

"Since they—New Dawn Base—have rejected us... what about the other independent bases? Did any of them respond?"

A data analyst standing nearby quickly answered, eyes glued to the tablet in his hands. "Same results, General. Three other bases also refused. Two haven’t responded at all. They’re staying silent."

SLAM!!

The general’s palm slammed down onto the wooden table with a thunderous bang. Everyone froze.

"If we keep losing outposts one by one... this headquarters will be next. And we won’t be able to hold it alone," he growled.

A young officer cautiously spoke up. "What about our elite team, General? Any progress?"

The chief strategist sitting nearby responded, "Not yet. They’re still tracking the ’Zombie King’. That creature is highly intelligent... it’s been able to hide its movements even from our drones. Every time we get close, it disappears."

The general bowed his head in silence, as if trying to suppress his fury. Then, in a heavy, weary voice, he said,

"...Damn it. What are we even doing? We’re fighting the undead, but we’re losing the few allies we had left."

After several seconds of silence, he took a deep breath and then spoke firmly:

"Fine. Send a message to all remaining bases and units—hold your ground. We’ll send support. Even if we can’t send troops, we’ll provide supplies, weapons, and equipment as much as we can. At the very least... it might keep them alive for a few more weeks."

The officer who had lashed out earlier nodded obediently. "Understood, General. I’ll deliver the orders right away."

The room fell silent once more. Tension hung heavy in the air. They all knew... the days of the central command might be numbered, and without support from the others, the old military’s strength was crumbling—undone by their own arrogance and pride.

Meanwhile, far from the military’s hustle and the clashing commands between bases, Sylvia walked alone through the ruins of a different city. The air was silent, broken only by the wind rustling through broken debris and the soft drift of dust along the deserted streets. Rotting zombie corpses lay scattered in corners, while a few stragglers still moved sluggishly—yet they immediately retreated upon sensing Sylvia’s presence.

Her eyes swept over half-collapsed buildings, cracked roads, and powerless traffic lights swaying limply from overhead wires. She observed calmly, unhurried, as if searching for something.

"I wonder... how bad the destruction is elsewhere," she murmured softly, stepping over abandoned cars now overtaken by creeping vegetation.

She moved from city to city using Void Step, vanishing and reappearing across regions in a blur of shadow. In one location, she came upon a small military outpost—once occupied, now silent and deserted. In another, she saw a small group of humans hiding in fear. But Sylvia merely watched them from afar for a moment, then left without interfering.

Her journey wasn’t aimless. She wanted to understand how the world had changed. She wanted to see whether chaos and conflict still reigned, or if perhaps... there were places trying to rebuild life.

But so far, all she had found was destruction, fear, and the lingering shadows of a past that refused to fade.

As the sun began to dip westward, Sylvia stood atop a half-collapsed skyscraper, gazing at the horizon swallowed by a grayish haze.

"It’s still a long road ahead," she said quietly, before vanishing once more into a flicker of shadow—resuming her journey to the unknown.