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Chapter 103.2

I fortified the entire outpost.

I gathered materials from the storage room, the barracks, and the piles of trash scattered around the back. I stretched wires across the main entry routes at ankle height, hanging empty cans from them.

Useless during the day, but at night—the most dangerous time—it would act as a motion sensor.

I also dug pits.

One near the entrance of the outpost. Another behind it. Several more in the open area between the last cover point on the approach and the outpost itself.

The pits weren’t deep, but I filled them with shattered metal scraps and glass.

Enough to cripple anything, human or mutation, that stepped inside.

Every hill or structure that could provide cover in the open area was removed. Instead, I fortified the rooftop, where the solar panels were, making it my defensive stronghold.

For the last line of defense, I built a makeshift barricade using stones and debris I had collected over time. From the entrance, it forced an attacker to turn sharply at a right angle to proceed.

A design meant to block mutations and funnel human threats into close-quarters combat.

I worked during the day, limiting myself to six hours a day.

If I overexerted myself, it would only weaken me for the following days.

Ten days passed.

Nothing happened.

Not a single sign.

On the seventh day, the same military vehicle that had dropped me off returned.

But rather than taking me out of here, they gave me a small supply of food and water.

It was a disappointing outcome, but I kept my frustration to myself.

“Do you have any spare ammunition?”
“Something was prowling around two nights ago. I got scared and wasted some bullets.”

They gave me 90 rounds.

It was a win, technically.