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"Hehe, is Brother Yong strong or what, impressive, right?" Chen Zhiyong sat there comfortably, feeling good about himself. He hadn’t expected this woman to be so formidable. She was incredibly resourceful, a quality he deeply admired.
Cao Yan held Chen Zhiyong in contempt, good-looking but useless, like a blunt pencil.
"Impressive, Brother Yong is the strongest."
She had co to terms with her situation long ago; following wasn’t the sa as committing. With so many survivors here, she couldn’t possibly cozy up to the big shots one by one—that just wouldn’t work.
Chen Zhiyong was thoroughly satisfied and then asked, "How have you managed to survive until now? You seem unscathed."
For him, if there was any issue with this woman, he wouldn’t hesitate to eliminate her. After all, the prison was his domain, and he wouldn’t tolerate any disruption.
"Brother Yong, I ran away from another place. It used to be mine, but who could have expected that a dozen survivors would show up? I kindly took them in, only to find out they harbored ill intentions. I resisted fiercely and escaped when they weren’t paying attention. Just when I didn’t know what to do, it’s like a beam of light led here, and I t Brother Yong."
As she spoke, she started sobbing and hid in Chen Zhiyong’s arms, "Brother Yong, am I your woman now?"
Chen Zhiyong chuckled, "Of course, you are. What survivors, they dare to covet my woman."
Cao Yan said, "Brother Yong, it was near the Chao River, that building. I have a lot of supplies there, and now they’re all taken by them. I feel terrible."
"Don’t worry, we won’t just let this go," Chen Zhiyong thought. The supplies were crucial. Although the prison had its share, considering the current situation, the apocalypse would last for a long ti, so accumulating enough supplies was essential.
"Mhm, Brother Yong is the best," Cao Yan cooed sweetly, but her eyes revealed a vicious glint. Thinking of those people, especially Miao Li, she vowed to make them regret.
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Night.
The moon was bright and the stars were sparse.
Lin Fan sat at his desk, the lamp switched on, recording the day’s events in a brand-new notebook.
[Day 28 of the apocalypse. The situation in Huang City is dire, and my efforts are still not enough. Even today, I had a slight issue with my thoughts. When I saw zombies eating other zombies, I thought about transporting them elsewhere. Fortunately, Han Shuang reminded that I was getting carried away again. Such thoughts are wrong, and I must correct them.]
[We killed a mixed zombie pupa, a highly evolved type. Han Shuang and the others seem very concerned about the pupa structures, saying that breaking from the pupa signifies a fundantal evolution of life.]
[With different types of zombies erging, they are becoming confused about the future again. I think I have to work hard tomorrow to clear Huang City and bring them confidence and hope.]
He roughly docunted what had happened that day.
This was the first ti he’d written anything since the apocalypse began, serving as a record of his daily actions. Even if unpleasant things happened, he would write them down. In his spare ti, he would read through them and deeply reflect on his shortcomings.
Early morning.
By the Chao River.
Miao Li surveyed the surroundings from the rooftop. Even though they’d cleared the zombies nearby yesterday, new ones had road over during the night.
He would not provoke zombies on purpose.
As long as they kept quiet, hiding here, there wouldn’t be any problems.
A van approached from a distance. The sight of it made him crouch down imdiately, only his eyes observing. It was the sa vehicle he’d seen yesterday, the one that had left zombies behind here.
The driver was Dragon, the prison boss. He scrutinized the building, noticing the barricaded windows and the corpses of zombies scattered all around, evidence of a fierce battle.
Driving past slowly, he left after a thorough observation.
Miao Li’s expression was grave. He knew they were on other survivors’ radars. Hastily returning inside, he had to inform the others and prepare for whatever might co.
Sunshine District.
"Good morning, Brother Lin," Yan Nini said cheerfully as she ca downstairs and greeted Lin Fan.
"Good morning," Lin Fan replied with a smile, then said to Su Xiaoxiao, "Xiaoxiao, another bread, please."
If there was one scent that defined Sunshine District, it was definitely the sll of baking bread.
"Alright."
Su Xiaoxiao had grown accustod to life in the district, which was much like her life before with no real change. She stayed at ho baking cakes and bread. Generally, in the afternoons, she would make small cakes and deliver them to the children in the district to let them taste how delicious Su Xiaoxiao’s signature cakes were.
If you asked who the children in the district loved the most, she would modestly claim that if she was second, no one would dare claim the first spot.
Winning over the children ant winning over their stomachs.
"Here, have so bread," Lin Fan offered.
Yan Nini smiled, her eyes curving into crescents, and said sweetly, "Thank you, Brother Lin. Then I won’t be polite."
"Do you need anything recently?" Lin Fan asked. Yan Nini was beautiful, and he truly enjoyed looking at her pleasing figure, purely in appreciation, of course—and certainly not with any bad intentions.
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