The End Of Life

Donald sounded very confident as he finished his sentences. He looked straight into Mark's eyes, trying to find anything to confirm his win. He knows the problems which might come because of this, but he felt there might be more profits if he does this. But contrary to what he thought, Mark showed no emotion, no excitement, frown, or even a smirk. He had a blank expression. 

That was because Mark was thinking about his response. He did not want them to know about Suzie yet. It wasn't safe. There are still too few people who have advanced and so it is still dangerous. But completely denying it is also not as simple as it seems because the General was spot on and Mark hated faking things. Because he couldn't share information on Suzie, he did the next best thing.

So he just nodded and replied, "Yes, I know about this type of change. It is because I experienced it too. I won't tell what they are, but they are pretty useful." he was obviously talking about his heightened senses. Those were something beneficial for him, and so he was not completely lying. 

Donald was a bit shaken by how calm Mark's response was. He knew Mark a bit by their previous exchanges and that he is a man who likes to have equal exchanges. So, he expected a response, but what he thought was only a nod from him that he knew of this phenomenon. But Mark outright told him that he was one of the people who gained powers. 

Mark was never a person to share something so personnel, and this was what surprised him in the end. Donald went quiet after hearing the response. 

'No wonder this man is so capable. He has powers. I wonder what it is. No matter what it is, it shouldn't be something too simple and something beneficial.' 

"Alright general, do you have anything else to say?" Mark asked once again, this time sounding impatient. He wanted to go on from this topic. 

"Yes, So anyway, back to the matter at hand, the team. The team I made should be very helpful because I am sending the only person in this camp who has that mutation with you so that the gang can be done once and for all. I hope you guys get things done quickly." 

Mark raised an eyebrow, hearing Donald. 

'So he is sending the man who has received the mutation or adapted to the situation. Let's just call this mutation from now on. It's better because my powers are more like a blessing. Anyway, I wonder what the guy got from getting mutated.' it amused him as he thought. He decided to use the proper term mutation instead of adaptation, which honestly sounded a little lame to him. He was also very curious about this said person's abilities. 

"And what abilities did this person get?" 

Donald had an amusing smile hearing Mark and said, "Don't be too hasty now, Mark. You will soon find out. It's also a man who has volunteered himself to take part in the mission. You might even find him pleasing." Mark was confused but still nodded. He could wait. 

"Alright then, Mark. If possible, I want you guys to get done with that gang by today. Because those monsters are unpredictable by night and they move in large groups. If you get surrounded by them and with darkness surrounding you, it might be one hell of a ride. So my suggestion is 6 in the evening at max. Which means you guys have 10 more hours." Checking his watch. 

Mark sighed hearing Donald. What Donald said was true. Zombies are crazier by the night and they would be in danger. But only ten hours are left and they are yet to meet the team. By how things were going they should get done with all preparations by twelve so they could have at least six hours to wipe out the base. 

He stood up and said, "Alright then. I'll get going. Who is going to show me the group?" Donald pointed at his son, who was standing near the door in silence since the moment he came in. Mark forgot about him completely. 

Mark simply nodded and got up from his seat. He wasn't in the mood to talk any nonsense with the old man in front of him. He had work to do. As he walked towards the door, he heard Donald again. 

"Mark, I will give you a small gift if you get the mission done by today. Something which can be of much use for you." with a smile. 

Mark looked over his shoulder and shrugged, not paying much attention to this so-called gift he would get. Steve followed him outside after giving a salute to his dad. 

Mark clapped his hands as soon as he got out and said, "Alright, let's get this done as quickly as possible. Come on, let's go meet our temporary teammates." Looking at Steve. 

Steve started walking down the corridor and stopped before the last room. He didn't bother knocking and simply barged inside. Mark followed him and saw five other men sitting around the table talking leisurely. But as Steve barged in, they stood up and saluted him. 

Mark looked at the people inside and raised an eyebrow when he saw one particular person. It was Denton. The man he saved when the entire world took a deep dive into hell. Now he had only one thought, 'How did that scared little business owner become a soldier capable of coming with us on such a dangerous mission. Did the old man joke when he said he is giving him the best people to work with.' with a frown. 

"Mark, come right in. Including me, it's a total of six people who will take part in the mission today. All of them are hand-picked by the General and you could trust their skills." Steve said, turning around.