Transmigration: Cannon Fodder Can Surpass Female Lead

Arc 4.6: Somebody Ask Kyle

The night of the assembly, the air was thick with tension. Our group had faced countless dangers—zombies, rogue survivors, a few deaths—but never had we faced a decision like this.

Kyle stood outside the gates, watching with that unreadable expression of his. His discolored skin and sharp, unsettling gaze made some uneasy, even after all he had done for us. He had saved me, guided us, and given us heads up about various zombie hordes. But trust was something fragile, and not everyone was willing to give it freely.

I stood before the gathered survivors, my voice steady despite the nerves clawing at my throat.

"Kyle has proven himself," I began. "Without him, we wouldn't have half the advantages we do now. He saved me. He saved us. If we shut him out, we're turning our backs on someone who has never once turned his back on us."

Baobao: [Why have this meeting when you could just bring him in? You own this place afterall.]

'If I do that their will be a division and discontent will grow among the people here. I don't want to have an internal strife while dealing with zombies.'

Baobao: [I see... you remind me of someone.]

'Who?'

Baobao: [I don't remember]

I dropped the topic since Baobao seems to not want to talk about it.

Mara crossed her arms. "But he's not human. What if letting him in puts all of us in danger?"

"He's been outside our gates every day for weeks," Ethan countered. "If he wanted to hurt us, he could've done it already. Plus I trust Millie's judgement, she's why we are all here."

I am surprised that he is defending Kyle, I thought he was going to be a staunch antagonist but I guess people do change.

Lena stepped forward. "We all know the risks. But we also know the benefits. Kyle has given us knowledge that has helped us survive. If he can communicate with other zombies, we might have a real shot at understanding what's happening to the world."

Anya piped in cherrily trying to ease the tension, "He brings strength and adds to our numbers with being a mouth to feed. That's what I call a win." Her words make a few people chuckle. I turn a look at her in gratitude.

Murmurs spread through the crowd. Some nodded, others looked unconvinced.

Rakesh sighed. "Then let's put it to a vote."

A hush fell over the group as hands began to rise. One by one, the count was taken.

Majority in favor.

Kyle would be allowed inside.

I exhaled the breath I hadn't realized I was holding. I turned to the gate, unlocking it slowly. Kyle, who had been watching in silence, took a hesitant step forward.

"For you?" he asked, pointing at himself, his voice unsure.

"Yes," I nodded. "For you."

'I hope my gut is right Baobao'

For the first time since meeting him, I saw something flicker across his face. Relief. Maybe even something close to hope.

It was clear from the moment the gates opened that allowing Kyle inside would not be the seamless transition I had hoped for. The moment he stepped across the threshold, the atmosphere shifted—there was an air of unease, like the first breeze before a storm. 

Some people stepped back, others whispered behind hands, and a few made a point of glaring at him, their distrust palpable. Kyle, for his part, seemed as cautious as the rest of us. His eyes darted around, unsure of how to navigate this new space—this new way of existing.