Clare’s family residence was located within the Security Bureau’s headquarters complex in District 1.
The taller building was the headquarters of the Security Bureau, while the smaller building next to it was where the bureau’s leaders lived.
His family residence was on the second floor of the three-story building, and he used the stairs to reach his destination.
Even though he lived in an exclusive neighborhood, there were still limitations such as there being no elevator in the building, and that was why he could only use the stairs.
That was due to the East Block’s principle of conserving energy during these difficult times.
He knew the security code to enter his residence, so he didn’t need to press the doorbell and only needed to input the code instead.
The lock was automatically unlocked after he pressed the right code, and he immediately opened the door.
It was quite late when he returned home, but the living room was still brightly lit.
He then noticed someone sitting on the couch, and he decided to approach that person.
“Why are you still awake, Commander?” Clare stopped beside the couch and asked the man sitting on it.
The man looked up from the gadget in his hand, and it was now clear how he looked older than Clare.
However, their hairstyles were the same, and even their faces looked similar.
Perhaps the only noticeable difference was the mustache above the older man’s thick lips.
“Even when I’m on break, I still have to make sure nothing goes wrong at the fortress,” the Commander replied.
“And can you stop calling me that when we’re off work?
The way you keep calling me ‘Commander’ makes me seem like a tyrannical father.”
Clare suddenly chuckled when he saw the deep frown on the older man’s forehead.
“Aren’t you a tyrannical father, Commander Burther?” He asked teasingly.
He did intentionally tease the older man, causing the man to throw a sofa cushion at him, but his reflexes were good enough to catch it.
Tom Burther was his father at home but his superior in the field.
It was his father who demanded that he treat him formally when they were outside the house, even though everyone in the military knew that they were a father-and-son pair.
Perhaps Clare had even gotten used to calling the old man “Commander,” and that was why he sometimes teased him by addressing him that way even though he knew it would get him scolded.
Clare sat next to Tom, and he could see that Tom was holding a tablet PC in his hand.
The back of the tablet PC had the logo of the Security Bureau, and he knew that it was a gadget specially assigned to the Fortress Defense Commander.
He could see the screen of the device from this distance, and it showed nine different locations outside the fortress.
He could easily conclude that his father was monitoring the real-time situation outside the fortress.
“Is there any abnormality outside the fortress, Dad?” He asked the old man seriously, no longer teasing him.
Tom’s eyes were back on the screen, and the nine cameras pointing at nine locations outside the fortress showed almost the same situation.
All of them showed how many zombies could not stop moving as they tried to enter the fortress.
“Nothing is out of the ordinary,” Tom answered without looking away from the screen.
“These zombies can smell their food behind the fortress, and that’s why they’re trying so hard to get in so they can enjoy their meal.”
The reason why so many zombies gathered outside the fortress was because they could smell the blood and human flesh inside the fortress.
It was their instincts that brought them there, and it was their hunger that caused them to keep trying to infiltrate the fortress.
“They say that zombies won’t die even if they can’t eat anything for a long time, right?
That seems to be a fact, so I wonder why they still want to eat humans so much,” Clare commented on what his father had just said. Find the original chapter at novelping.com.
This time, Tom looked away from the gadget in his hand, looking at his son instead.
“Zombies don’t need to eat to survive, but eating humans is their instinct.
It’s like when you liked collecting miniature cars when you were a kid.
You wouldn’t die if you didn’t collect them, but you still stubbornly wanted to collect them all,” he said.
Clare suddenly snorted at what his father said.
“I don’t think those two things are the same.
You should try to find a better analogy.
You’re really bad at that,” he replied in annoyance.
Tom looked like he was about to slam his tablet PC on his son’s head, but he stopped himself when he remembered that the tablet PC was more valuable than his son’s head.
He just took a deep breath to calm himself down before asking his son, “You said you were going to meet Finn today, right?
Did you two talk about something?”
It seemed like Tom was finally interested in something else, and he even put the tablet PC on the table in front of him, no longer monitoring the situation outside the fortress.
“I asked him why he suddenly wanted to move to District 1,” Clare answered.
“But that bastard’s head is made of a lot of crap, and that’s why the answers that came out of his lips were also full of nonsense.”
Clare shook his head helplessly, and Tom continued to watch him.
The old man was silent for a moment, but then his voice sounded again as he said, “If he asks anything of you, you can grant it and can even ask for help from me, but you must keep an eye on him at all times.
You must also report anything you know about him to me.
Do you understand?”