rebuilding in walking dead

　　June 15th, Rongguang Avenue Commercial Street.

　　Since the afternoon of June 13, after a day and a half of street sweeping, there is no living zombie left in the entire Rongguang Avenue commercial street.

　　All the shops were cleaned thoroughly to ensure nothing was missed.

　　This commercial street, which was very prosperous before the disaster, is now strangely bustling again.

　　"Wow, an LV bag. I saved for half a year before the disaster and still couldn't afford one. Haha. There's also a limited edition one. I want to take it."

　　"Yeah, iPhone 4S, I've always wanted one. I heard that the base can use electricity, right? Haha, I want 5."

　　"Wow, what a big gold chain, Nike sneakers, and diamond watch. This is our popular three-piece set of wealth. I want to save a few more sets."

　　"Cigarettes! Cigarettes! Cigarettes! I need to store more cigarettes."

　　"Good idea, I'm going to fill up a cart with wine."

　　Inside the Walmart department store, more than 30 men and women with excited and satisfied smiles on their faces pushed a shopping cart and picked out the items they liked and needed from different stalls.

　　Morales' two children rushed into the snack area immediately, took many snacks that were expensive and hard to get before the disaster, and started eating them by sitting on the ground. They didn't have to work and had plenty of time to enjoy themselves.

　　In order not to affect transportation, all the zombie corpses here were moved out, leaving only some traces of dried blood on the floor.

　　This is Leon's reward for their hard work and joining Umbrella Corporation. After this mission, everyone will get a brand new car and the right to choose any goods at will until the car is full.

　　Some people chose luxury items such as clothes and accessories, some chose necessities such as cigarettes, alcohol and food, and some far-sighted people took a whole car of various medicines.

　　Everyone was very excited. They were all ordinary people and had never had the opportunity to squander money like this.

　　This may be the only good thing about the doomsday. Many valuable things have become ownerless. As long as you are capable and lucky enough, you can get them.

　　Interstate highway intersection

　　Amy was wearing a pair of tight-fitting ripped jeans, a white vest and a red vest. She was holding a notebook and standing next to Leon, who was leaning against the sports car and smoking a cigar. She reported softly:

　　"Mr. Custer, there are 58 stores on this street, including 8 restaurants, 12 clothing stores, 6 beverage stores, 8 lifestyle accessories stores, and 15 professional tool stores. There are 49 small stores in total."

　　"The remaining nine are large shops, including two gas stations, an international chain drugstore, a car sales center, a car repair center, a large building materials sales center, a medium-sized clinic, a shooting training center and a Wal-Mart department store."

　　"Excuse me, what should we choose to move?"

　　Starting from yesterday morning, she, her sister Andrea and Ms. Quinn came to the Glory Avenue Commercial Street and spent a full day and a half counting every store and every product.

　　It took a very long time and was very energy-demanding, but none of the three ladies felt tired. Instead, they were full of energy.

　　Such a huge quantity and such a wide variety of supplies would have been a treasure of staggering value even before the disaster.

　　They can already imagine how wealthy their future lives will be.

　　Amy looked at Leon with a smile on her face and shining eyes as she admired him. On that handsome face, there was always a light-hearted smile, and her dark green eyes were deep and profound, like a breathtaking abyss.

　　Leon glanced at the assistant strangely, and said in an educational tone:

　　"Of course they were all dragged away!"

　　"Think about it, the things here are all indispensable in our lives. Even those luxuries can bring physical and mental pleasure and spiritual satisfaction to our employees."

　　"It's a disaster period now. It's hard to find such a wide variety of supplies, and it's even rarer to be allowed to search safely."

　　"This is all mine, no, it's the property of the Umbrella Corporation. How can I just waste it?"

　　Amy lowered her head in shame and said softly:

　　"I see, Mr. Custer."

　　She was silent for a few seconds, feeling aggrieved, and then said:

　　"Mr. Custer, what instructions do you have regarding the arrangements for the transfer?"

　　Leon stroked his chin, which was beginning to grow stubble, thought for a few seconds, and asked:

　　"How much gasoline and diesel are there at the gas station? How much have we loaded into the truck?"

　　Amy flipped through the notebook in her hand and said:

　　"The first batch has been loaded, Mr. Custer, but this is a bit troublesome."

　　"We only found two tank trucks and 32 oil drums at the gas station. Each tank truck can transport about 4.5 tons of gasoline. One ton of gasoline requires eight oil drums to be loaded. That means we can only transport a maximum of 17 tons of gasoline the first time and 9 tons the second time."

　　"And, there are about 50 tons of stock in the two gas stations, and we have to make about five transports to transport all of them."

　　Hearing this, Leon looked at the Rolex on his hand. It was 1pm. The Avenue of Glory was about an hour and a half drive from the Atlanta CDC. A round trip took about three hours. Including the loading and unloading time, a trip would take at least five hours.

　　It's summer now, and the sun sets around 7 o'clock, which means he doesn't have much time left today.

　　"How about this, you go and urge them to load the truck quickly. My promise is valid at any time. They can even select the supplies after returning to the base. Remember to arrange for your sister and Ms. Quinn to be responsible for coordinating the transportation work here. You must leave with me in the afternoon. We will go back to the base first. You will also be needed to arrange work there."

　　"This transfer mission will probably last a week, but we have to speed up, otherwise zombies from other places will be attracted by the movement here and cause us a lot of trouble."

　　"We now have 11 trucks in total, and we have to load them up and leave before 3pm."

　　"Go ahead, hurry up, and call Moore to come to me."

　　Amy sighed softly, thinking about the truckload of treasures she had obtained, and a lot of energy surged in her tired body.

　　Leon leaned against the sports car, watching the slim figure of the beautiful girl gradually disappear into the distance, and his thoughts returned to his mind.

　　He was now feeling a mixture of joy, but more of annoyance.

　　Currently, there are 35 employees of Umbrella Corporation, excluding Dr. Jenner and Dr. Melfa, as well as those seriously ill elderly people. Excluding Morales' two children, there are actually only 33 people who are able to work.

　　With such a small number of people, they have to be responsible for guarding, transportation, moving, driving, and all kinds of work. There are still too few leeks. With such a small labor force, how can the boss live a happy and ideal life?

　　When I thought about returning to the base and having to divide the small number of people into two groups, and arrange for loading, moving, disassembly, modifying the base, allocating houses, and clearing the surrounding zombies... it was a mountain of work.

　　Damn, my scalp is numb.

　　However, it is really hard to find living people in the apocalypse, recalling the plot he saw.

　　The few places with people he could think of were Hilltop Village, the Governor's neighborhood, Maggie's farm, Alexandria, the Kingdom of God, and the Savior's Church.

　　The addresses of most of these places are unknown, and at this moment, they may not have been formed or even exist.

　　Finding them is not an easy task.

　　At present, the only thing he had some confidence in was Maggie's farm. He knew the approximate location of their home. As long as he found their farm, he would have a good chance of convincing Hershel.

　　Oh, right.

　　There's also Terminal, Morgan, Rick, Sean and others.

　　Before he could continue thinking, he saw Moore walking towards him with a smile on his face.

　　During this period, the old gangster was indeed very happy. Although the fucked up world had become the end of the world, it didn't make much difference to him. He seemed to be living in hell before.

　　Now, he has found a powerful boss who values ​​him, has a group of capable younger brothers, is respected by everyone, and his younger brother Daryl is also living a good life. He can clearly see that as long as he is loyal enough and capable of getting things done, a better future and a hopeful life is just around the corner.

　　This is much happier than the life of a low-level thug who was hated by everyone before the apocalypse.

　　Thinking of the wine and cigarettes loaded into the car, which he had never dared to think about in the past, he looked at the boss Leon not far away, and couldn't help but reveal a flattering smile on his face.

　　"Boss, call Old Moore over here, what do you want me to do?"

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