rebuilding in walking dead

　　July 7th, time flies, and in the blink of an eye, half a month has passed.

　　After a month of adjustments and improvements, the operation of Umbrella Corporation is gradually getting back on track. All departments are performing their respective duties, the survivors have clear division of labor and cooperate with each other, and the atmosphere of civilized society is gradually restored in the organization.

　　Interstate 83, Georgia.

　　Glenn was driving a modified heavy-duty jeep along the road towards the Umbrella Base in Atlanta.

　　Sitting in the passenger seat was a young girl. She was cute but had a serious expression. She was holding a black assault rifle tightly in her arms, biting her lips, with a hint of cynicism in her eyes.

　　The girl's name is Judy. She is one of the two abused girls in the chemical plant. After joining the security department's combat team, she took the initiative to apply to recruit the team in order to find those brutal predators and protect more good people.

　　Seeing the girl's firm belief, Leon agreed to her request after a little consideration. In the desperate doomsday world, a person's belief is very important, which often determines her ability to survive.

　　Glenn held the steering wheel, stealing glances at Judy from time to time. After thinking it over again and again, he couldn't help but speak:

　　"Judy, don't worry. Boss is a good man and will definitely go and rescue the imprisoned survivors."

　　"I'll help speak up, too."

　　Judy nodded heavily and said to Glenn with gratitude:

　　"Thank you, Glenn, you are such a good man."

　　"I know that Mr. Custer is an upright leader and would never stand by and watch someone die."

　　"I'm just very angry, and I can't understand why those damn bastards didn't want to unite the survivors and help each other when such a disaster struck, but instead committed such evil deeds."

　　"Aren't they afraid of going to hell after they die?"

　　Seeing the girl's face gradually becoming fierce, Glenn sighed slightly and said:

　　"Maybe they think this is hell."

　　Behind the heavily refitted jeep came a motorhome equipped with bulletproof armor. Andrea was comforting a crying middle-aged white woman with a steaming cup of coffee.

　　Over the past month, the recruitment team has been patrolling around Atlanta on Interstate Highways 83 and 84.

　　At regular intervals, they placed a huge bulletin board and a box of daily necessities. The bulletin board detailed the Umbrella Corporation's lofty ideals and recruitment guidelines, and attached the coordinates and route to the Maple Leaf Apartments, which had been cleared.

　　After more than ten days of diligent preparation and patrolling, they have recruited a total of 12 survivors they met by chance to the base.

　　And this morning, they found the middle-aged woman covered in injuries on the side of the road again.

　　The woman's name is Mela, also a native of Georgia. Her husband is the owner of a local winery. After the disaster, she took her family and their next-door neighbors to hide in the winery, living on the supplies from the winery.

　　A week ago, they kindly took in four survivors who were wandering together. Unexpectedly, they were held hostage by the survivors that night, and the male owner of the neighbor's house was shot and killed.

　　Not only that, this group of wandering thugs not only abused her and the neighbor's hostess, but also took the children of the two families as hostages, forcing all the adults in their family to go out to search for supplies every day. Any resistance would be beaten and humiliated.

　　Mela had always wanted to ask for help from others, but after searching for a long time, she only met Andrea and her group today.

　　"Don't worry, Ms. Meera."

　　Andrea showed a kind smile on her face. She gently stroked Mela's back and whispered to comfort her:

　　"I have already reported this to our boss. He has already sent troops to rescue your family and they are on their way."

　　"It won't be long before you and your family are out of danger."

　　"Thank you so much, Ms. Andrea."

　　"Please thank your boss for me."

　　The white woman took the hot coffee and expressed her gratitude with tears in her eyes.

　　Andrea nodded, turned to the middle-aged driver who was driving, and asked:

　　"Joel, how far do we have to go to Outpost 3?"

　　The middle-aged driver Joel had a cigarette between his lips and said calmly:

　　"It's still 3 kilometers away. We'll arrive in about 10 minutes."

　　When Angelia's recruitment team arrived at Outpost No. 3, three medium-sized pickup trucks equipped with bulletproof steel plates were already waiting there.

　　Seeing the people coming, nine fully armed men got out of the pickup truck, led by Daryl who had an alloy composite crossbow hanging on his back. Behind him, Aggie and T-zai each led a team of three and stood there quietly.

　　When the two parties met, Daryl glanced sharply at the injured Mela, nodded to Andrea and Glenn, and said in a slightly hoarse voice without any greetings or nonsense:

　　"Let's go to the brewery."

　　"The boss said that we should try to keep as many people alive as possible. These prisoners are what the base needs most."

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　　Inside the Umbrella base.

　　Leon sat at his own desk with his eyes slightly narrowed. His secretary Amy was gently massaging his shoulders while reporting on the work at the base.

　　"Boss, the 30 high-end apartments on the second floor of the base have been basically renovated. Each apartment is 60 square meters on average. We set the price at 1,500 contribution points per month, and water and electricity are paid separately."

　　"Currently, 10 units have been rented out, mostly to security department employees."

　　"Ordinary apartments on the second floor of the underground parking lot are under construction. It is expected that 100 units will be built, each 40 square meters. The construction period is two months and the price has not yet been determined."

　　Leon nodded, thought for a moment, and asked:

　　"Isn't the parking lot 8 meters high? That should be enough to build a two-story apartment, right?"

　　"Yes, Boss, we have reserved space for the stairs, and we can add another floor when necessary."

　　"Pay attention to the sturdiness of the doors and windows, and install an alarm system. It must be able to effectively resist the invasion of zombies. I don't want a large number of employees to be infected due to accidents." Leon ordered.

　　"Got it, boss."

　　Amy was silent for a few seconds, and asked with a hint of trepidation in her tone:

　　"Boss, we are only sending Mr. Daryl's No. 2 combat team for this operation. Will it be dangerous?"

　　Feeling that Amy's strength in massaging his shoulders had changed, and understanding the girl's worries, Leon pulled the girl into his arms, caressing her gently, his tone full of confidence in his subordinates, and comforted her:

　　"Don't worry about your sister. We have twice as many people as them, and our weapons are far superior to their few broken pistols. Daryl, Glenn, and Aggie are all good fighters."

　　"They will surely be able to capture those bastards unharmed and add a few more laborers to our base."

　　Leon gently stroked Amy's red lips with his fingers and asked with a smile:

　　"I heard that you've been attending Rick's shooting training class recently?"

　　Amy licked Leon's finger with her tongue in a daze and said:

　　"Yes, not only me, but also many members of the logistics department have participated in the shooting training class."

　　Leon teased Amy like a kitten.

　　"That's good. We have an employee who used to be a kindergarten teacher. You can bring her and the children in the base together to set up a class."

　　"Even if it is the end of the world, our precious knowledge needs to be passed on, otherwise there will be no future."

　　"It's really annoying to see those naughty kids running around every day."

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