Zombie Apocalypse: I Have Safe Zone Superpower-Chapter 496: Entered
She had once thought Ivy was pathetic, someone who endured abuse without retaliation. Even as a firm believer in feminism, Angelina had never once considered helping her.
And now, she had arrogantly believed she could infiltrate Ivy’s base just by turning invisible.
Her thoughts drifted to Damien, who had suddenly vanished from the cave. Anxiety tightened her chest.
’I should’ve just told Ivy everything.’
She remembered how Ivy’s success rate was so high that even she was stunned.
The more she thought about it, the more tempting the idea became.
’Maybe... if I tell her the truth,’ Angelina thought desperately, ’I can escape this misery and find another way.’
But soon, another thought crept into her mind, cold and unwelcome.
Even if she truly wanted to confess everything, did she even have a way to contact Ivy?
She couldn’t enter Ivy’s base at all.
The realization made her chest feel tight. ’I really am delusional.’
Not to mention, she had bullied Ivy relentlessly in the past.
The memories surfaced uninvited, sharp and ugly.
’Would Ivy really be generous enough to forgive someone like me?’
The more Angelina thought about it, the more unrealistic it seemed, like chasing a dream that was never meant for her.
In the end, she convinced herself that the safer option was to continue obeying him, to follow Damien and do exactly as she had been commanded.
’Maybe then... I’ll survive.’
Another day passed, and she still couldn’t enter the base.
All she could do was sit quietly in the shadows, opening a bento bag and eating in silence, forcing the food down despite the knot in her stomach, clinging to the fragile hope that she might live another day.
After all, her parents didn’t care whether she was exhausted or terrified.
They cared about only one thing... their son.
To get him back, they had given her an ultimatum.
"If you can’t bring Arthur back within one week," her mother’s cold voice echoed in her mind, "then don’t expect your secret to remain a secret."
Her father’s words followed, just as cruel. "We’ll tell everyone how you’ve been buying human meat."
The thought made her hands tremble violently.
’There’s no way out.’
The more she thought about it, the more desperate Angelina became, until desperation finally sharpened into clarity.
In the end, she found it.
Rather than a loophole, it was a condition... a hidden one.
’There it is.’ Angelina had noticed that only those who received official approval and carried a stamped identification book were allowed to enter the base.
Without hesitation, she stole someone’s book, the stamp still warm under her fingers as guilt and fear mingled in her chest.
She slipped into the back of the line, lowering her head as she scanned the people around her.
Soon, she found her target.
A mother and her daughter stood ahead, both looking anxious, clutching their documents too tightly.
The girl’s name was Greta. They were former military base citizens.
Angelina had seen them before, exchanged occasional smiles, nothing more. Still, that was enough.
Plastering on a friendly smile, Angelina stepped forward. "What happened?" she asked gently. "Why do you look so worried?"
Greta froze when she recognized her.
She hadn’t known that Angelina and her family had already been expelled.
Trust flickered in her eyes as she replied,
"We’re relocating here. My brother... he sacrificed himself for the military."
Her voice wavered. "I couldn’t bring myself to stay near that place anymore."
Angelina nodded sympathetically. "If that’s the case," she continued softly, "why do you still look so anxious?"
Greta frowned, her lips pressing together.
"I heard that many former military citizens are being rejected," she admitted.
"They say you need someone to write a letter of recommendation."
’That’s it.’ Angelina felt her pulse quicken. Outwardly, she smiled warmly. "I’m a citizen here," she said confidently.
"I can write you a recommendation letter."
Her eyes flicked briefly toward the guards.
"If you want, I can even show my card and make sure you enter the base without any trouble."
Those words were so kind that they made Greta look at Angelina as if she were staring at an angel who had descended at just the right moment.
Her eyes glistened, and without hesitation, she reached out and clasped Angelina’s hand tightly, the warmth of her grip trembling slightly.
"If it’s really possible," she said almost pleadingly, "could you truly help us then? I promise to repay you later! I swear! I will see you as our savior."
Angelina’s smile stiffened just a little.
It was subtle, almost unnoticeable, but inside her chest, something twisted painfully.
’If she ever finds out the truth, she’ll hate me.’
Still, she nodded and gently squeezed Greta’s hand in return.
She wrote the letter of recommendation carefully, her pen scratching softly against the paper, each stroke weighed down by guilt.
Taking a steady breath, Angelina walked toward the reception area.
The moment she reached the counter, the person in charge looked up with a puzzled expression.
"What kind of assistance are you looking for?"
Angelina swallowed hard. ’This has to work.’ She forced herself to remain calm and replied,
"This is my registration card."
She slid it across the counter, her fingers lingering for just a second before pulling back.
Then she added, "I lost my personal stamp again."
The receptionist frowned slightly. "And what exactly do you need to do?"
Angelina lowered her gaze, pretending to look distressed.
"I need to write a letter of recommendation," she said softly. "Without my stamp, I didn’t know where else to go."
The receptionist’s expression softened.
"In special circumstances, a personal stamp isn’t necessary," she replied with a small smile. "I can stamp the recommendation letter for you."
Not once did suspicion cross her face.
After all, the approval card spoke for itself.
Anyone who possessed such a card was already a registered resident.
There was no name printed on it, but that wasn’t unusual.
If the card had truly been lost, it would have been reported, and besides, the card looked freshly made.
