Wasteland: I Awakened A Plant System - Chapter 88: Cameron Town (Bonus - PS)

Chapter 88: Cameron Town (Bonus Chapter PS)

The moment Vikram’s vision stabilized, he found himself standing at the edge of a town.

It wasn’t looking like a ruin, nor was it like the Kabold Dungeon.

It was… a normal place.

Rows of houses stretched across the area in a simple, practical layout.

Most of them were small, single-story homes with slanted roofs, while a few stood slightly taller with narrow balconies and enclosed courtyards.

The streets between them were wide. Some houses were intact, faint light flickering behind their windows.

Others were not.

Several buildings bore visible damage, cracked walls, shattered glass, doors hanging loose from their hinges. A few had partially collapsed, their roofs sunken inward as if crushed by heavy force. Scratches and impact marks ran across surfaces, leaving behind silent evidence of repeated attacks.

Yet despite all that, this place felt lively. There are many movements of the people here.

Surrounding the entire town was a defensive wall. It stood a few meters high, solid enough to block and delay, but not so massive that it felt invincible.

Built from layered stone, reinforced wood, and patches of metal plating, the wall showed clear signs of repeated repairs. Some sections were newer than others, uneven in color and structure, as if constantly reinforced after damage.

At the top of the wall ran a wide walkway, enough for people to stand, move, and fight comfortably. Low protective ridges lined the outer edge, giving partial cover to those stationed there.

Several survivors stood along this upper path.

They held rifles and shotguns, a few gripping pistols. Their eyes were fixed beyond the wall, scanning the darkness with strained focus. Some shifted their stance nervously, while others stood completely still, conserving energy, waiting.

At certain points, slightly raised platforms gave a better view of the surroundings. A few lookouts stood there, peering into the distance, their posture tight with unease.

Set into the wall was the main gate.

It was large, reinforced, and heavily secured; it was made of metal sheets, with thick beams locked behind it for extra support. The gate bore deep dents and claw marks, which shows something that had tried to break through.

While Vikram was observing the town, taking in every detail of its structure and defenses, a voice suddenly cut through the tense silence.

“Vikram! Why are you standing there like you’ve lost your mind? Come here!”

The tone was scolding him, but it didn’t, instead, the tone was filled with genuine concern.

Vikram turned toward the source of the voice.

A woman stood a short distance away, walking toward him with steady and confident steps. She looked to be around thirty, her presence was firm and grounded.

She wore fitted, army-style pants and a sleeveless combat shirt, both worn from use but maintained well.

A rifle was slung casually over her shoulder, as if it were a natural extension of her body rather than a weapon.

Her physique was toned, strong, and disciplined, every movement carrying the instinct of someone who had fought countless battles.

Her face was striking, sharp features, intense eyes, and a natural beauty. There was authority in her gaze, the kind that made others instinctively listen.

She stopped in front of him.

“Vikram,” she called again, this time more directly, her brows slightly furrowed. “What are you doing out here? Come home. Today is an attack day.”

Vikram frowned slightly.

He didn’t recognize her.

And more importantly, he didn’t understand how she knew him. Since this was the first time he has come here, before this he had never appeared here.

Before he could question it, a system notification suddenly appeared in his mind.

[Welcome to Zombie Lord Ruin]

[Host has arrived in: Cameron Defensive Town]

A stream of information followed instantly.

[Basic Information:]

Cameron is a survivor settlement that has withstood continuous zombie assaults for years. It was built for saving the refuge and frontline fortress, and reinforced through countless battles.

Every week, on Saturday and Sunday, the town faces scheduled zombie attacks.

Saturday: 5 Waves

Sunday: 10 Waves

The intensity increases with each wave.

The system paused briefly, then continued.

[Identity Assigned:]

Host has taken the place of: Vikram Rajput

Personality : Cowardly. Lustful, avoids combat responsibility. Due to his guardian, Isha Rajput, no one dares to confront or punish him.

Further information unfolded.

Isha Rajput is the current leader of Cameron Town. Strongest combatant in the town, highly respected and feared.

Background: Isha Rajput is the biological aunt of Vikram Rajput. His parents sacrificed their lives defending this town. As a result, she dotes on him excessively. Even knowing his flaws, she protects him.

Seeing all this information, everything made sense to Vikram. But he was amazed by the Ruin. It didn’t only create the ruin, but even created an identity for him.

But then thinking about that, if that Wasteland can even bring all the humanity from the earth to here, there is nothing difficult for it.

Vikram’s gaze shifted back to the woman standing before him.

Isha Rajput.

He was going to open his mouth, when another notification appeared.

[Mission Assigned]

Main Mission: Defend the town from zombie waves (Total: 15 Waves). Not let’s a single Zombie past the gate.

Side Missions: 1. Save as many civilians as possible. 2. Kill as many zombies as possible

[Evaluation System:]

Rank: F → SSS. Performance depends on mission execution, survival rate, and kill efficiency.

The notifications faded.

Then Vikram looked in front of him and said, “…Aunt.”

But the word felt unfamiliar on his tongue—awkward and strange.

Isha stepped forward immediately, her expression softening.

“What ’aunt’? Stop standing here and come inside quickly. The attack will start soon. You’ll get yourself injured,” she said, her tone filled with concern.

Before he could react, she pulled him closer, wrapping her arms around him naturally, without hesitation.

“Let me see… I wasn’t here for a few days. Did you get hurt anywhere?” she said.

As she spoke, she sat down on a chair that seemed to appear out of nowhere and pulled Vikram onto her lap, beginning to examine him from head to toe.

Vikram felt extremely awkward—first because of the sudden hug, and then because she made him sit on her lap.

But for Isha, it was completely normal.

Whenever she held Vikram in her embrace or made him sit on her lap, it was the most pleasant feeling for her.

After the death of her sister and brother-in-law, Vikram had become everything to her.

He was her last family in this apocalypse, her responsibility, and her entire world.

Even when people complained about him, she ignored them. And if someone pushed too far, she would not hesitate to scold them or even beat them. In this apocalypse, nothing mattered to her except Vikram.

After completely examining him and seeing that he was not hurt anywhere, she sighed in relief, as if a huge burden had been lifted from her.

Since she had gone to Babylon Town for a few days, she had been worried that the townspeople might have done something to him.

Although the people feared her and didn’t dare act against him, there were always a few idiots.

Then her gaze shifted, and she looked toward the eight small, child-like figures standing there, watching her and Vikram.

For a moment, she became alert. What were they? How had they appeared inside the town without warning? Has the gate been breached?

She was ready to leave immediately, taking Vikram with her.

But then she noticed, the eight figures weren’t doing anything.

They were just standing there, quietly watching her and Vikram, especially Vikram.

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she observed them carefully.

“…What are they?” she asked.

Vikram was still feeling uncomfortable sitting on Isha’s lap.

But not wanting to make the situation awkward or create confusion about his Sprout Team, he replied, “They are my warriors.”

“My… warriors?” Isha repeated, her tone carrying a hint of curiosity.

She stood up from the chair, and the chair disappeared from behind her.

Vikram was still in her embrace.

She stepped forward slightly, touching them one by one.

Two of them stood at the front, one holding a blade, the other a shield. Their forms resembled human children, around fifteen in appearance, but there was something off. Their movements were too still, their presence too heavy, and their eyes lacked the natural warmth of humans.

Behind them stood two more, each holding a bow. Their forms were slimmer, less defined, not fully human, as if something was still incomplete.

Between them stood another figure, its body more refined than the others but still not entirely human, its presence quiet yet distinct.

And at the back, the remaining three. Their forms were even less human-like, their structures closer to something… unnatural.

Isha’s gaze lingered. She didn’t fully understand what she was seeing.

But in this world, strange things were no longer impossible.

A few months ago, she had heard of someone awakening the ability to shape metal freely, bending it like clay.

And even her own ability to create anything she desired, compared to that, this wasn’t impossible.

Still, one thought stood out.

She turned back to Vikram, her eyes sharp.

“…Did you awaken?”

There was a brief pause. Vikram didn’t know what awakening truly meant, but instead of explaining that he had gained them from his Plant Life System, agreeing with it would save him from further explanation.

Then Vikram answered calmly, without hesitation.

“Yes. I awakened.”

He had no intention of explaining the Plant Life System, not to her, not to anyone. Some things were better kept hidden.