About half an hour ago, the refugee zone in one of the Overlord Clan's shelters was quiet. The Red Night Event had barely ended, and there were still plenty of Zombie Pigs outside.
Kei sat near a cracked wall, his hood pulled low and his face smudged with ash and dried blood. Around him, dozens of survivors rested on mats or scavenged food from ration crates.
Most were real refugees… They were exhausted, displaced, and broken due to the Zombie Horde. But Kei wasn't one of them.
He was an avatar. A clone of Travis, deployed here six days ago under the guise of a wandering survivor from the Eastern Wastes.
His identity was clean. His aura was suppressed, and he actually obtained a decent background from another Neutral Shelter… He had a perfect disguise…
Furthermore, he wasn't alone.
Two other agents, real survivors recruited by Travis months ago, had successfully embedded themselves into the Overlord Clan.
