Regressed with Omnipotent AI on Zombie Apocalypse-Chapter 193: Hank From TarryTown

Zack lifted his head, his gaze piercing through the walls— As if he could see every inch of this planet. "Ego."

"What are your orders, sir?"

"How many Fearless Warriors do we have?"

"Sir, we currently have 961 Fearless Warriors, of which 573 are equipped with power armor."

Zack processed the numbers, his expression turning sharp. "Leave 100 here. Deploy the rest to wipe out the zombies. Same orders for the Mechanical Legion." If alien tech was in play, he needed to seize control of the wasteland faster.

The Next Day... For the first time in a long while, NYC wasn't silent. The air buzzed with tension—the kind that only came before war.

An unprecedented mobilization was underway. In the city center, the Fearless Warriors—each nearly four meters tall—stepped out of the transformation factories where they had been created. Their thick power armor gleamed under the morning sun, their chain swords—weighing hundreds of kilos—resting heavily against their shoulders. With every step they took, the ground trembled.

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From the mechanical factories, three-meter-tall combat robots emerged in perfect formation, marching silently into the streets. The clash of metal, the hum of engines, the synchronized movement of war machines— It echoed through every street of NYC. Zack stood atop a high-rise building, gazing down at the legion. Watching them march toward the endless wasteland.

A wave of steel, firepower, and destruction. "This..." Zack smirked. "This is the future." Then, right as he was about to bask in the sight of his unstoppable army—

"Sir," Ego interrupted.

"Lady Sophia sent a message. Carter learned to speak." Zack's smirk vanished instantly. "...I don't wanna hear that name," he sighed. It felt like someone had just poured a bucket of cold water over him. The war-mongering commander of seconds ago suddenly felt like a tired, middle-aged father.

Carter. The blonde woman Zack had found. The clone of the Immortal Fox. Sophia and the others, for some mysterious reason, had adopted her like a lost puppy and even given her a name. They babied her. Taught her how to speak. Treated her like a newborn.

Zack didn't get it. But what was worse— Carter only listened to him. She didn't trust Sophia. Didn't talk much to anyone else. But with Zack? She clung to him like a lost child desperate for a parent. And Zack was not okay with that. "Sir, there's a distress call from the mansion," Ego added.

"Carter is crying and wants to see you."

Zack groaned. "For no reason at all, I've been made the 'father' of the Vanguard Organization's most valuable clone." He rubbed his temples. "What the hell is this supposed to be?" Sighing, he jumped off the building. No armor. No jetpack. Just raw human capability. Right before hitting the ground, Zack grabbed an outcrop on the wall, using it to slow his fall before landing effortlessly. Even without power armor— He moved like a superhuman.

Meanwhile... Not far from NYC, in the ruined remains of Tarrytown something else was brewing. In the outskirts areay, a medium-sized survivor settlement had taken root, resembling a small town with thousands of residents. It wasn't as massive as the larger bases that housed tens of thousands, but its location made it one of the better places to survive.

Positioned far from the city, the town was bordered by a river, making it naturally defensible. Even better, it had never faced a true corpse tide. The largest wave of zombies they had encountered numbered only in the thousands—a laughable number compared to the horrors of the wasteland.

At the center of Tarrytown, a large open area had been converted into farmland, providing a steady food supply. Survivors could also fish gobies from the river, ensuring no one starved. Still, food wasn't the only necessity. Unlike Zack's NYC, which was self-sufficient, this town relied on scavenging. And with winter approaching, items like medicine and cold-weather clothing were becoming more valuable than gold. Some bases wouldn't even trade women and children for them.

That morning, Tarrytown dispatched a scavenging team, as usual. Several heavily modified trucks, reinforced with spikes and armor, rolled out of town toward potential loot zones. Though the town had enough food for now, other supplies were running low. "Hank, you'll head east this time!" A bearded man barked orders as the team prepared to leave.

"Tyson's group checked it out last time—fewer zombies and a clothing factory packed with supplies."

But Hank, a young man in the lead vehicle, stuck his head out of the spiked-up truck and grinned. "Forget that. Let the second team handle the east," he said. "Our mission is to hit the hospital in the west for medicine."

The bearded man's face darkened. "Just a few of you going to the hospital? Are you insane? Did you forget what happened last time? The others didn't come back."

Hank just shrugged. "Yeah, well, the boss's wife—and a few other women—are about to give birth." Then, with a disgusting smirk, he added, "Who knows? Maybe one of 'em is mine."

The bearded man's face stiffened. "Watch your mouth," he hissed, lowering his voice. "If the boss hears you talking like that, he'll have you fed to the zombies."

Hank snorted. "I wasn't talking about his wife—just the other women in town. Besides, the boss keeps his wife locked up 24/7. We never even see her."

The bearded man waved him off in frustration. "Enough. Just get moving before you drag me into your nonsense too."

Hank laughed, slamming the truck door shut. "Fine, fine. Wait for my good news." The engines roared as the convoy of spike-covered vehicles rolled out.

Despite their heavy armor, the trucks had been modified for stealth, reducing engine noise to avoid attracting large hordes. It was proof of human ingenuity—in the face of extinction, people found ways to survive. The convoy sped down abandoned roads, occasionally crushing stray zombies under their several-ton weight. Their destination—the hospital.

"Hank, you're bold as hell," a young scavenger riding in Hank's truck chuckled. "Even joking about the boss's wife—that's crazy." The guy was Hank's former classmate, now reduced to being his personal hype man. A professional bootlicker.

"What's the big deal?" Hank smirked. "I don't have a wife. Why should I care?" He scoffed. "Besides, I'm a mutant. Even if the boss found out, you think he'd kill me over some woman?"

The bootlicker immediately jumped on the opportunity. "Of course not! Hank is too strong for that! In fact, next time we find a new woman, we should let Hank pick first!"

"That's right—" Hank grinned. "But let's focus. We're almost at the hospital." His expression shifted slightly. "Also, the boss is still the boss. Don't talk like that in front of others." He pretended to scold his flunky, but his eyes glowed with arrogance.