Zombie Apocalypse: I Have Safe Zone Superpower-Chapter 552: Plant

"So if you have even a little bit of dignity left, just let me leave."

Without another word, she turned around and started walking away.

The husband stood frozen, staring at her retreating figure.

Grace’s eyes immediately lit up.

’Perfect opportunity.’

She stepped forward and gently approached the devastated man.

The man quickly wiped the tears forming in his eyes as he noticed her presence.

"Who are you?" he asked roughly. "What do you want?"

Grace placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"I heard everything," she said softly. "Honestly... I feel really sad."

Her gaze softened with what looked like sincere sympathy.

"A good man like you shouldn’t be treated like that."

The man blinked in surprise.

"If someone like you were close to me," Grace continued softly, "I would never lie to you like that."

The man, who looked to be in his late thirties, was originally about to tell her to mind her own business.

But the moment he looked at her face...

He froze.

Grace was stunning.

Even in the harsh apocalypse, with dust covering the air and despair filling the streets, her beauty stood out like a delicate flower blooming in ruins.

Before the apocalypse, he had been a highly paid IT worker. Back then, he had money, status, and confidence.

Women had surrounded him constantly.

He had been rich, handsome, and admired.

But after the apocalypse arrived, everything changed.

Those admirers disappeared as if they had never existed.

Instead, women began gravitating toward muscular fighters and powerful survivors, people who could protect them.

Compared to them, he was just a man with money that no longer meant much.

Taking a deep breath, he looked at Grace again.

Her beauty felt almost intoxicating.

"It’s alright," he said, forcing a smile. "If my wife could leave me like that, it means I never truly mattered to her."

Grace rolled her eyes internally.

’Typical man,’ she thought coldly. ’He believes money alone should guarantee him any woman he wants.’

However, her face remained gentle and sympathetic.

"If you don’t mind," she said softly, "could I travel with you for a while?"

The man immediately nodded without hesitation.

"Of course."

......

They remained in the line for two entire days.

During those two days, Grace carefully worked her charm.

By the end of it, the man was completely captivated by her.

Grace even fabricated a tragic story.

"My stepmother took away all my identification documents," she murmured one evening, lowering her gaze sadly. "Because of that, I can’t enter the base."

The man frowned deeply. "That’s terrible."

Then he suddenly remembered something.

His wife’s passport and ID were still with him.

Without hesitation, he began making arrangements.

After searching for a while, he managed to modify the documents.

His wife’s identity disappeared from the records.

In its place, Grace became his wife. Megan.

He even ensured that the details matched perfectly so no one would suspect Grace.

Grace watched everything quietly.

That night, while they were still waiting in line and the man had fallen asleep beside the wall, she smiled faintly.

The dim moonlight reflected in her eyes.

Silently, she reached over and took the passport from his bag.

’Thank you for your help,’ she thought mockingly.

She knew she couldn’t enter the office again right now. She had already been rejected multiple times before.

So she needed to wait for the next security shift.

When the guards changed, they wouldn’t recognize her face.

Without hesitation, she slipped away into the darkness.

........

When the man woke up and realized what had happened, he was furious.

His face twisted with rage.

However, there was nothing he could do.

The documents had already been altered.

If he reported the theft, he might expose the illegal modifications he had made.

So he could only swallow his anger bitterly.

......

Five days later, the security guards at the entrance changed.

Grace returned calmly.

Standing in the queue once again, she waited patiently.

When her turn arrived, she presented the passport.

The guards barely glanced at her before allowing her inside.

The moment she stepped into the base, a huge grin spread across her face.

’Finally.’

Remembering Damien’s instructions, she quickly searched for a quiet corner within the base.

Once she found a suitable location, she raised her hand calmly.

The next second, a small tree suddenly appeared.

It was a strange plant, its thin trunk twisting unnaturally as faint energy pulsed through its leaves.

This space-based ability had been granted to her by Damien.

Grace gently planted the tree into the ground.

Then she smiled faintly.

"Now... the real plan begins."

.......

Meanwhile, Ivy had just woken up.

Suddenly, a warning echoed inside her mind from the temporal storage.

[Alert. Grace has entered the base. A plant has been planted.]

Ivy’s eyes instantly narrowed.

"That cockroach again," she muttered coldly.

Without hesitation, she pinpointed Grace’s location.

Moments later, Ivy arrived with several armed soldiers behind her.

"Arrest her," Ivy ordered sharply.

Grace slowly turned around.

When she saw Ivy standing there, she chuckled.

"You’re too late."

Before anyone could react... Her body suddenly vanished.

Ivy stared at the empty spot in shock.

Her fists slowly clenched.

"This is the second time..." she muttered under her breath.

Someone had entered, and escaped, the base without her permission.

And the thought still irritated her deeply.

For example, the first had been Ian...

And now, it was Grace.

Ivy stood there for a moment, her eyes fixed on the empty space where Grace had vanished.

’Another one slipped away,’ Ivy thought bitterly.

She really considered in implementing some rules to prevent this.

Her gaze slowly lowered until it fell upon the small tree planted in the corner.

Without hesitation, she walked forward and yanked it out of the ground. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

The roots came loose with a damp tearing sound, clumps of dark soil scattering across the ground.

The plant felt strangely cold in her hand, its twisted bark slightly rough against her palm.

At the same time Ivy felt as if... It was familiar.