But Ross didn't care.
He had already expected this eventuality.
He knew it was only a matter of time before someone discovered his stronghold, before the world began paying attention to the man who turned death into nothing more than an obstacle.
And that was fine. Let them come, let them see. Let them know where he was.
For now, though, the zombies were just the beginning.
The undead were a test, a distraction, a warm-up.
Ross had bigger plans—far grander, far more dangerous plans that no helicopter or reconnaissance team could ever hope to understand.
While the world fixated on the fortress and the mountain of corpses outside, Ross was already thinking five steps ahead, orchestrating a strategy that would change everything.
The bunker, the trucks, the endless machine gun fire—it was only the opening act.
***
"Ross!"
"Husband!"
"Daddy!"
"Are you okay?"
"Did a zombie bite you, Daddy?"
