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Zombie Exodus: Safe Haven, Part 4 Sneak Peek (Patreon)

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2025-05-18 20:04:39

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Zombie Exodus: Safe Haven, Part 4 Sneak Peek

"We could go to Safe Haven Lancelot. A horde of zombies couldn't even breach that compound." 83
"We need to run. This junkyard was only a place to stay for a while. It was never going to last forever." 1
"We can redirect the zombies away from this area. That's our best bet." 8
"Let's observe the horde before we make any decisions. It's possible they will move on in a different direction anyway." 9
"We need to warn our ${collective}. All of us need to leave the area." 5
"We need to notify our ${collectiv}e. We can work together to redirect the horde." 51
"We need to alert our allies and let them know about this threat." 25
"We should try thinning the horde's numbers by setting traps and explosives. We hit them before they hit us." 25
"Let's scout for a safer location to wait out the horde. Once they pass by, we can return to the junkyard." 10

Content

The content sneak peek comes from chapter 17 and contains some major spoilers.

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About an hour later, you and Rachel have everyone gathered around the battered picnic table near the center of the junkyard. Jaime sits at the far end, massive forearms resting on the table. Madison and Brody stand to one side, shoulder-to-shoulder but exchanging looks. Reilly leans casually against the table, arms crossed, an unlit cigarette mouth. Billie shifts restlessly, fingers tapping against the table’s rough wooden surface. She reaches out and grabs his cigarette, not breaking it in half.

"What the hell?" Reilly asks.

"You're not going to die of lung cancer while I'm around," she says. "A horde of zombies…maybe."

Jaime clears his throat. "How many infected did y'all see out there?"

Rachel crosses her arms tightly, her lips pursed. "Hundreds, easily. It could have been over a thousand. It was the largest horde I've seen since this bloody mess kicked off."

Reilly pushes away from the table, shaking his head. "Might be time to pack it in. We've had a decent run here, but we can't hold out against a mob like that."

Brody instantly straightens. "No way. This is our home now. We're not running again."

Madison scoffs, rolling her eyes dramatically. "It's literally a junkyard, Brody. A place filled with garbage doesn't exactly scream home sweet home."

When the group looks at you, you say…