The walking dead : The bandit king

"Cooper speaking... I've found a cop out here, and I've got him subdued... Over." The man spoke into the radio.

"Understood, we'll finish searching the area and head back... If the guy does anything strange, kill him." An authoritative voice replied.

Erick considered trying to kill the guy and escape, but quickly discarded the idea since the man kept his rifle pressed against the back of his neck, almost as if looking for any excuse to pull the trigger.

"Nice day for a stroll, officer. But you should consider traveling with company..." The soldier joked, as if talking to a friend.

"Company comes with its own risks... Though I won't deny I could use some help right now," Erick responded with a shrug.

The truth was, it hadn't crossed Erick's mind that someone might enter this place in the short time since he had left. He had been too confident, and now he was paying the price.

"So, what has the local police been up to lately?" the soldier asked.

"The same as you, surviving... My colleagues went off on their own to protect their families. At first, it was just a few, but after a while, there was no one left at the station," Erick replied, careful not to give too much away.

He didn't want to share too much information, especially since he didn't know what these men's intentions were. For all he knew, they could take his resources and women, thank him, and then put a bullet in his skull.

After a pointless conversation where neither of them learned anything they couldn't have deduced on their own, the other soldiers finally arrived, putting Erick at an even greater disadvantage.

"Empty your pockets," ordered the man who seemed to be the leader. He looked to be in his early thirties, a mountain of muscle slightly shorter than Erick but much bulkier.

Two men pointed their rifles at him, and now there were three ready to kill him if he did anything stupid, while two others placed their rifles on his back and began taking Erick's belongings.

The spear, axe, machete, and pistol, along with all the useful items he carried, were taken from him. All except for the knife he had well hidden.

He also had a small arsenal in his storage, but, of course, pulling it out now was a terrible idea that would only get him killed.

"Alright, where is it?" the leader asked.

"Where is what?" Erick murmured, confused.

"Your group..." The man pointed at him. "You don't expect us to believe you're surviving on your own, do you?"

"Why not? I can handle myself pretty well," Erick replied.

That was true. If he couldn't take care of himself, he would've died in the first few days. But, of course, these people weren't satisfied with that answer.

"...You're not carrying food, not even a bottle of water. You must have a shelter somewhere. Were you the ones who cleared this place?" the man asked.

"I did it on my own," Erick stated. And that wasn't a lie.

"...You did it alone? There were probably hundreds of those things here... and you took care of it all by yourself?" The man mocked him.

"I don't know if you noticed, but those things aren't very smart... I made a lot of noise to lure them out of here, but I didn't kill them all. That would've been madness," Erick explained.

The leader glanced at Erick's belongings, now placed on the hood of a car, and touched them one by one with his hand.

"What about this?" He picked up the walkie-talkie and held it up in Erick's face. "...Do you use this to talk to your imaginary friends?" he mocked.

"Sometimes..." Erick shrugged. "...Doing that helps me cope with the loneliness. Have you ever seen I Am Legend? It's a pretty effective form of therapy."

The leader seemed frustrated at not being able to get anything out of him, but Erick knew things wouldn't stay that way for long. If these soldiers were willing to torture him, he had no shame in admitting he'd eventually spill everything in detail.

"...It took a lot of effort to clear this place and get the food here. But if you guys want to stay for dinner, I don't mind." Erick tried to ease the tension after an awkward silence.

"Stay for dinner, you say?" The leader laughed, and the other soldiers followed his lead.

Erick himself chuckled, making the situation even more uncomfortable for everyone involved. When the laughter finally died down, silence reigned once more.

"Matthews... You should see this..." Another soldier approached the group, addressing their leader.

They all followed the soldier, with Erick forced to obey due to a rifle pressed against his back.

"I was searching this patrol vehicle, and a voice started talking over the radio..." the man began to explain, and the leader turned to flash a grin at Erick, who kept an indifferent expression.

Well... I suppose this was inevitable...

Erick wasn't happy with this turn of events, but there wasn't much he could do. He could only hope to keep his home's location a secret for now.

Erick's patrol vehicle was just as he had left it. Although he had hidden the keys, it seemed the guy had found them. That worked in Erick's favor because if he'd had the keys on him, denying his connection to the vehicle and the people who spoke over the radio would've been impossible.

"Speak into the radio, and don't say anything about us unless you want to die," Matthews ordered, pressing a pistol to his head.

Erick took the radio and obeyed, hesitating a little and pretending not to know what to expect, even though this was, in fact, his vehicle.

"Uh... Hello... Is anyone there?" Erick spoke into the radio, praying no one would respond.

Unfortunately, luck wasn't on Erick's side, and Gary's voice answered almost immediately.

"Erick... What a relief to hear from you. You've been out there for over a day, and we were starting to think something had happened when you didn't check in..." Gary replied.

Matthews snorted mockingly in triumph as Erick continued the conversation, having no other choice.

"...Things got a bit complicated, and I had to take longer out here... But I'll be back soon, don't worry," he explained.

Erick hadn't expected to be the first to use the code he had created in case any group member was captured, but life had a special way of mocking him sometimes.

"When I get back, I'll pray to thank God for another day of life. It doesn't hurt to be grateful for having such good company..." Erick explained his situation.

Gary hesitated before replying, probably surprised as he interpreted the meaning behind Erick's words.

"...I'm not very religious either, but I can't help feeling grateful for the good things," Gary responded.

"There are plenty of good things to be grateful for... Many, many, many good things," Erick emphasized to convey the seriousness of the situation.

"We'll be waiting for you, then. Come back soon..." Gary said before ending the call.

The group at home had protocols for these situations. They would switch to a different radio channel for communication, organize a meeting, and prepare for an assault. It was the best they could do with so little information.

Erick knew he couldn't expect a rescue. His fate was in his own hands, and he had to play smart.

"Good boy..." Matthews removed the pistol from Erick's head.

Erick couldn't help but wonder what they would do next. If these men were going to torture him for information, maybe the best option was to fight back and hope for a quick death. At least it would be faster and less painful.

Unfortunately, he didn't have time to act, as a blow to the head with the butt of a gun sent him crashing to the ground, his vision filling with black spots.

"Pack everything up, boys... We're heading back home," Matthews ordered.

Erick felt himself being lifted off the ground as the world spun around him. The next thing he knew, everything went dark as they placed a bag over his head.

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Erick woke up slowly, his mind shrouded in a fog of pain and confusion. A sharp burning sensation radiated from the back of his head, and every attempt to focus his vision only seemed to worsen the feeling. A flash of white light pierced through his eyelids, forcing him to shut his eyes again with a groan. 

"Ah, he's coming to. Don't move too much; you might make things worse," a man's voice said. 

The voice was calm, almost kind, but there was something in its tone that kept Erick from fully relaxing. He opened his eyes with difficulty and saw a man in his fifties with a receding hairline leaning over him, holding a flashlight. The man wore a medical coat and latex gloves that had clearly seen better days. 

Erick tried to move but realized he was strapped to a metal stretcher. The straps, though not overly tight, were firm enough to keep him immobilized. 

"Where… where am I?" Erick murmured, his voice rough and his throat dry. 

"In a safer place than out there, believe me. But that depends on your definition of 'safe,'" the man replied as he checked Erick's pupil response with the flashlight. "I'm Dr. Graham, by the way. I'm here to make sure you don't have any brain damage from the blow you took. Matthews tends to be… a bit rough." 

The room resembled a hospital, though there was no way to be entirely certain. 

"Matthews? ...The big guy with a dictator complex?" Erick quipped sarcastically, though his tone lacked energy. 

Graham smirked faintly. "That's the one. Though he's more pragmatic than a dictator. He thinks you can be useful, which is why you're here instead of… well, you know." 

Erick swallowed, feeling the weight of his situation settle over him. "...And what happens if I'm not 'useful'?" 

The doctor set the flashlight aside and began checking Erick's pulse. "Well, I'm not the one who makes those decisions, but… if you want my advice, cooperate. For now, the best thing you can do is stay calm and listen. Matthews has plans for you." 

"Plans? What kind of plans?....." 

Before Graham could answer, the metal door to the room creaked open, and Matthews entered with a firm stride, flanked by two armed soldiers. 

"Is he ready to talk, Doctor?" Matthews asked in a deep, authoritative voice. 

"Yes, the blow didn't cause any serious damage. He's lucky to have a thick skull," Graham replied as he removed his gloves. 

"Good," Matthews said, crossing his arms and looking down at Erick with a cold smile. "Now, Officer, let's talk about your little group and everything you've been hiding. You can make this easy for us… or we can do it my way." 

Erick clenched his teeth, noticing how the doctor subtly stepped back, clearly uneasy about what was about to unfold. 

"Why don't we all calm down and talk this through?... Violence is unnecessary..." Erick tried to sound diplomatic. 

Fighting wasn't an option; it would only lead to his death, and that was barely better than being tortured... 

... Are these the people responsible for the scout's disappearance?... 

But even if that were the case, the best scenario was that the scout had fought to the death. If he had been captured, they'd likely forced him to reveal everything about their home. 

"...Alright, since you're so eager to chat, I guess I'll play along..." Erick sat in a chair as he drank from a canteen. 

"What do you want from my people?" Erick decided to be direct. 

Matthews adopted a relaxed yet authoritative stance, sipping from the canteen while keeping his gaze fixed on Erick. There was something in his expression that almost seemed to relish the tension in the room. 

"It's simple," Matthews began, setting the canteen down on the metal table with a loud clink. "Your group is strong. Strong enough to keep your little paradise hidden from us for so long… We need people like you." 

Erick glared, his jaw tightening with suspicion... 

...Recruitment? No, this isn't as simple as it seems... 

"People like us? For what exactly? Expanding your reign of terror, or do you just need slaves?" Erick replied with exaggerated dramatics, as if he were speaking to a comic book villain. 

Matthews let out a deep, brief laugh, seemingly amused by Erick's attitude. "Call it whatever you want, Officer. The truth is, we need hands to work and protect our community. Our group has grown... but so have our needs. More scouts, more soldiers, more workers. It's a dangerous world out there, and every person counts." 

Erick noted the emphasis on "soldiers" and "workers," but the unspoken word "wives" hung heavy in the air. He decided not to confront it yet; he needed more information. 

"And if I refuse to convince them to join your noble cause, what then? ... Do you kill us all?" Erick tilted his head, studying Matthews' reaction. 

Matthews squinted, his expression hardening. "That would be a waste, wouldn't it? But let's say your women would be… welcomed, with or without your help. Do you understand what I'm saying?" 

Erick's heart pounded, but he kept his face impassive. Matthews had just confirmed his suspicions. This wasn't just recruitment; it was subjugation. The use of "your women" set off alarms, making him think of Alexa, Sandra… They may not have loved him, but he had promised to protect them. 

"And my people, do they get any choice? Freedom, perhaps? Or do they all end up strapped to gurneys like me?" Erick asked, his tone cold but controlled. 

Matthews leaned in, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "You have a choice, Officer. You can work with me, help me integrate your group. That way, you'll have the chance to keep them alive... and intact... I'll even give you a position of authority under my command... But if you keep playing the hero, well… we've had this conversation before with others. And trust me, it never ends well for them." 

...Under your command? ...Never… 

Erick hadn't come this far just to lose everything and bow to a soldier. He would rather die than hand over the fruits of his labor to this man. The power he held was too intoxicating to relinquish, especially not so soon. 

"...What right do you think you have to demand anything from me? Do you think you're the only one with power? You're offering me less power than I already have and expect me to bow to you? Why don't you go screw my wife while you're at it and I'll thank you for it? Since we're making absurd demands like handing over everything I've built..." Erick retorted. 

Dr. Graham, who had remained silent, cleared his throat lightly. "Matthews, perhaps we should give him some time. He's taken a blow to the head; his judgment might not be entirely clear." 

Matthews turned his head toward Graham, looking at him with a mix of irritation and disdain. "Time? We don't have time. Every second this guy plays the martyr, his group could be organizing or moving. I'm not taking that risk." 

Turning back to Erick, Matthews leaned over the gurney. "You're the leader of your group..." 

For the first time, Erick was surprised but quickly recovered. 

"Yes, I see I'm right..." Matthews stroked Erick's chin. "I'll tell you this: if you really care about your people, this is your chance to save them, Erick. Be smart. If you don't cooperate… well, I think you already know what will happen. I'll give you two hours to think it over, but that's all… I don't like getting my hands dirty, but I will if you leave me no choice." 

With a nod, Matthews signaled the soldiers to follow him out of the room. The door closed with a metallic clang, leaving Erick and Dr. Graham alone. 

Graham watched him for a moment, his face showing something akin to compassion. 

"...I won't lie to you; Matthews can be… relentless. But he's not entirely unreasonable. If you find a way to prove your value, maybe you can negotiate a better deal," the doctor offered, trying to console him. 

Erick met his gaze directly, his voice low but loaded with determination. "And you, Doctor, are you willing to let all this continue? ...Or are you just following orders like a good dog?" 

Graham didn't reply immediately. He walked around the room, staring at the wall. Finally, he removed his gloves, letting out a heavy sigh. "The world isn't what it used to be, kid. Here, morality carries less weight than survival. I do what I can to help… in my own way." 

Erick closed his eyes, thinking through his next steps. Diplomacy was his best card for now, but he knew he'd need something more. A way to escape. Or a way to turn the tables in his favor. 

This isn't over. Not yet. 

The knife hidden between his belt and pants could cut the straps binding his hands. Then he'd just need to use his hands to loosen the straps holding the rest of his body. But first, he needed to be alone for that... 

"The uniform I'm wearing used to mean something..." Erick began his speech. "Serve and protect... That's what we do—not just the police, but also the military, and even doctors in their own way. Would you say that's what Matthews does? Is that what you do?" 

What Erick said was pure nonsense. He wasn't even a cop, and he had no respect for the authority of anyone funded by the government. But the idea wasn't to be a model of virtue. 

Graham averted his gaze, rubbing his face, clearly uncomfortable with Erick's question. Finally, he sighed and muttered, almost to himself, "I'm going to wash my face. This... is too much." 

Erick watched as Graham headed toward a small door in the corner of the room, likely leading to a bathroom. The door clicked shut behind the doctor, leaving Erick alone for the first time since he'd awakened. 

He didn't waste time. With calculated movements, Erick squirmed slightly, feeling with his wrists until he reached the knife he'd hidden in the back of his belt. Although the angle was awkward, he managed to pull out the weapon and began working on the straps binding his hands. 

The knife's worn blade cut slowly, but with each movement, he felt the tension in the straps giving way bit by bit. Finally, with a final effort, he freed his hands. Quickly and efficiently, he loosened the straps binding his feet, knees, and chest before standing up, stretching his stiff muscles. 

The sound of running water in the bathroom told him Graham was still busy. Erick knew he had little time. He silently crept to the bathroom door and opened it just as the doctor leaned over the sink. Before Graham could react, Erick grabbed him from behind, pressing the knife firmly against his throat. 

"Not a sound," Erick whispered, his voice low but full of menace. Graham froze, slowly raising his hands in surrender. 

"What are you doing?" Graham asked, his voice trembling. "If you kill me, you're a dead man. This isn't a fight you can win, so... what do you want?" 

"To survive," Erick replied, pressing the knife slightly harder to make his point. "Now you're going to answer my questions, and if you try anything, it'll be your last mistake. Got it?" 

The doctor nodded cautiously, swallowing hard. Erick slowly turned him around to face him. Guilt and fear were evident on Graham's face. 

"First, how many soldiers does Matthews have here? And don't lie to me—I'm not in the mood for games," Erick warned. 

Graham hesitated for a moment but finally spoke. "There are about five hundred armed men, all professional soldiers. Matthews keeps strict control, and they're all loyal to him. If you try to escape, you won't get far." 

Erick nodded, quickly processing the information. "What about the women? He said mine would be 'welcome.' What do they do to them?" 

Graham's face paled, and he looked away. "Not all are treated the same... Some are assigned to common tasks, but others... Matthews has his own... priorities. I don't agree with it, but I have no power to stop it." 

Erick nodded in agreement with the principle. If you're going to protect a woman, she should give you something in return; otherwise, you're a fool. 

"What about my scout?" Erick asked. 

"What?" The doctor muttered, confused. 

"One of my men disappeared while scouting the area. Was it your people?" Erick pressed. 

"...I don't know. Matthews doesn't tell me everything..." Graham shook his head slowly. "If he was captured, they probably interrogated him, and... he didn't survive. Matthews doesn't leave loose ends." 

Erick closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath to stay calm. There was no time to solve mysteries; he needed a plan. 

"Where are we?" he finally asked, pressing the knife slightly more against Graham's skin. 

"Columbus, Fort Benning to be specific," the doctor informed him. 

That put him a long way from home. He would need a vehicle to get back, but it might be too risky to get one here. 

"How many are there in total?" Erick repeated firmly, not breaking eye contact. "How many people does Matthews have under his control? Men, women, everyone." 

Graham swallowed hard, visibly shaken by the situation. The tension was palpable, and though his words were filled with fear, the truth couldn't stay hidden much longer. 

"There are around 1,400 men, including the soldiers I mentioned... and about 2,100 women," Graham murmured, his voice trembling. "Matthews... has his own criteria for who stays and who doesn't. If you're young, strong, or useful, you can stay. If you're not..." The doctor hesitated before continuing, his face showing the burden of guilt. "He eliminates the weak. The sick, the elderly... they have no place." 

"Where are the nearest exits?" Erick asked. "What happens if I try to escape?" 

Graham hesitated before answering, as if weighing the consequences of saying too much. "There are checkpoints at the base exits and near the main supply routes. Matthews has tight control. If you try to escape, you won't get far. There are patrols along the fence constantly... and watchtowers that don't hesitate to eliminate those who try to flee." 

Erick nodded with determination. He knew escaping this place would be complicated, but he also knew he couldn't stay and wait to be destroyed. With the newly obtained information, his options were now clearer, and every move he made would have to be more calculated than ever. 

"Do you have a weapon?" Erick didn't wait for an answer and began searching the doctor's clothes. 

He found a pistol and a knife on the doctor's belt. Once he took both, Erick used the pistol to knock the doctor unconscious, then left the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. 

Erick placed the pistol in his belt holster where anyone could see it and opened the room door with full confidence. 

A distracted guard stood outside, facing away. Erick wrapped his arms around the man's neck, choking him, then struck his head with the pistol, knocking him out cold. 

Erick dragged the man into the room and placed him in the bathroom next to the doctor so he wouldn't "sleep alone." 

Once the matter was handled, Erick stepped out and found himself in a hospital hallway. The place had stains of dried blood and bullet holes in the walls, though he couldn't tell if the bullets were used on walkers or living people. 

Erick approached a window and looked outside. Fort Benning seemed more like a fortified town than the stereotypical military base he had in mind, thanks to movies and video games.

Instead of tall walls guarded by tanks and helicopters, there was a metal fence with barbed wire behind a huge, deep trench that made the one he had dug at his home look like a golf course hole.

Several improvised towers overlooked wide sections of the fence. Buildings and tents could be seen, with soldiers and civilians moving about their tasks.

But what occupied the most space were the fields and greenhouses. Crops of all kinds stretched as far as the eye could see, with people working on them alongside agricultural machinery.

...This place… could be a formidable enemy... And they only have 3,500 people?...

If this place's numbers kept growing, it wouldn't be long before they surpassed the 4,200 civilians Erick led. Not just because of the vast amount of available space but also due to the defenses, food production, and the number of soldiers present. The 500 trained soldiers were military personnel—something his own community couldn't match, as they lacked a prepared army.

Erick had the resources and people needed to form an army... Yes, but with only 700 men and 3,500 women, none of whom had military experience... Building an army from scratch would be complicated and time-consuming—time they wouldn't have if Matthews discovered the location of their home...

Erick began walking toward the exit, descending the stairs to the first floor without showing any signs of nervousness when encountering civilians or military personnel along the way. He didn't quicken his pace or make eye contact, simply walking as if he had somewhere to go, just like everyone else in the area.

Most people ignored him or gave him a quick glance before returning to their business as Erick left the hospital and stepped outside.

Pretending to be just another member of the community was working so far, but as soon as they realized he had escaped, it would only be a matter of time before they caught him, and then it would be impossible to get out of the place. He had very little time.

Escaping by climbing the fence was out of the question since he would easily be seen and shot at. Nor could he approach the towers without raising suspicion, as soldiers in nearby towers or buildings could spot him.

Erick scanned his surroundings as he moved away from the hospital. The activity around the place was constant; armed men patrolled, women carried tools or worked in the fields. A group of soldiers walked nearby, conversing quietly, but they didn't pay him much attention.

He had to act quickly. Every second that passed increased the chance that Graham might regain consciousness and that the alarm would be raised. Erick knew he needed a vehicle, but he also understood he couldn't simply take one without arousing suspicion. He needed a more elaborate plan.

He headed toward an area where several vehicles were parked, mostly Humvees and military trucks. A few soldiers were nearby, overseeing the maintenance of the vehicles. Erick walked confidently, keeping his pistol visible on his belt, and adopted the demeanor of someone who belonged there.

When he got close enough, he noticed a truck with a covered rear loaded with boxes that likely contained supplies. Two soldiers were checking the interior of the vehicle, while a third was smoking a cigarette a few meters away.

Erick approached the soldier who was smoking, feigning confidence. "What's the protocol for patrols? I need one of these vehicles for an urgent task from Matthews."

The soldier raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by the question. "A task from Matthews? I haven't heard anything about that."

Erick leaned in slightly closer, lowering his voice. "It's something that was just decided. Graham is aware, and Matthews wants quick results. Do you really want to be the one to cause delays? He's not exactly known for his patience."

The soldier hesitated, but the mention of Matthews' name seemed enough to sow doubt. "Alright, but you'll need a pass to exit at the checkpoint. Do you have authorization?"

"Of course," Erick replied, maintaining unwavering confidence. "Just tell me the procedure so I don't waste any more time."

The soldier nodded slowly. "Talk to Simmons in the tower. He handles the exit passes. But if you don't have authorization, you won't get the pass and won't be able to leave."

Erick acknowledged with a slight gesture and headed toward the tower the soldier had pointed out near the main entrance. As he approached, he felt the pressure of time running out. Every step was a gamble, but he had no other choice.

At the base of the tower, a set of furniture was arranged. A robust man in a military uniform sat at a small table, reviewing papers and sipping coffee. Erick assumed this must be Simmons.

"I need a pass to take one of the vehicles out of the base," Erick said, getting straight to the point.

Simmons looked up, scrutinizing him with cold eyes. "And who the hell are you? I haven't seen you before."

"I'm new... I work directly under Graham's orders," Erick responded, his tone calm but firm. "I have specific instructions from Matthews. This is urgent, so I don't have time for explanations."

Simmons stared at him for a long moment, and Erick felt the tension rising. Finally, Simmons sighed and stood up. "Wait here. I'll check with Graham."

Erick's heart raced. He knew that if Simmons contacted the doctor, it would all be over. Acting quickly was his only option.

When Simmons turned his back, Erick smoothly drew his pistol and struck him on the head before he could react. Simmons collapsed to the ground, unconscious. Erick dragged him into a dark corner, taking the papers from the table.

With the makeshift pass in hand, Erick returned to the vehicle area. He quickly climbed into a Humvee, started the engine, and began driving toward the checkpoint. Adrenaline coursed through his veins as he maintained a neutral expression, passing by soldiers and civilians who barely paid him any attention.

At the checkpoint, a guard approached, inspecting the papers Erick had taken from Simmons. After a few seconds of examination, the guard nodded and signaled to two other guards to open the gate.

"Good luck out there," the guard said, suspecting nothing.

Erick slowly accelerated, leaving Fort Benning behind. When he was far enough away, he took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. He had managed to escape, but he knew this wasn't over. Matthews would soon discover what had happened, and it would only be a matter of time before they started hunting him.

With the stolen Humvee and miles ahead, Erick had a clear goal: return home, prepare his community, and decide whether to face Matthews or seek an alternative before the inevitable conflict reached them.

Erick hoped that not having killed anyone would buy him some time—a murder in Matthews' stronghold could be seen as an act of war, and at this moment, he couldn't afford to fight an enemy like that.

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[Character Summary:

- Name: Erick Bolton

- Age: 18

- Combat Attributes:

(Take into account that C- is the average)

 * Melee: B-

  * Ranged: C-

 * Physical condition: A

 * Stealth: B

 * Plot Armor: Low

- Army quality: Very low.

- Inventory:

 + Pistol (ammo x15)

 + Tactical knives x2

-unlocked features:

+"Sacrifice Resources" 

(You can sacrifice resources in exchange for improving your attributes... For example, food for physical conditioning, ammunition for ranged combat, etc... but the resources you sacrifice will be lost forever, and the cost increases exponentially based on how high your attributes are.)]

+ "Pocket warehouse 1" (Allows you to carry objects without physically holding them, and they'll be available at any time. The current limit is 100 kilograms and can be upgraded by completing missions.)

+ "Perceptive leader" (You'll be able to see detailed information about all the members of your group, including their perception of you.)

+ "Walker Domestication 1" (Domesticated walkers can follow you or stay in a location on command without the need for ropes.)

[Community summary:

-name : ???

-members : 4200

-Food (remaining days: 75 )

- Army quality: Very low.

-weapons:

 + sniper rifle x25

 + crossbow x5

 +bow x114

 +pistol x421

 +shotgun x 90

 +bolt-action rifle x1

 + AR-15 x2

 + M16 x123

 + spears x150

- lifestyle tree: Feudal

- Community benefits:

 +["Accelerated Harvest": Crops need half the usual time to grow and be ready for harvest.]

]