You were supposed to hoard supplies, why the heck did you hoard zombies!

"Burp."

Zhao Sen belched satisfactorily.

It was the fullest meal he had eaten in half a year.

Actually, there was quite a bit to eat in the hospital canteen, but most of it was perishable vegetables and meats, and by the time the doctors finally cleared the zombies outside, the food inside had spoiled.

What remained were basically some grains and oil.

But not much either.

After all, this was a canteen, not a storeroom.

The bulk of their daily raw materials had to be acquired through procurement.

Plus, initially, no one had expected things to turn out the way they did today, so there was inevitably a lack of long-term planning in food rationing, which further led to everyone suffering from hunger later on.

This situation continued until Zhao Sen discovered and successfully extracted a large amount of that extraction solution.

With the help of the extraction solution, they were able to venture out of the hospital.

And explore the surrounding area.

But that was as far as it went.

Those who had survived had already looted most of the buildings.

Anywhere that hadn't been touched by humans was basically filled with large numbers of infected and mutated zombies, and even with the extraction solution, no one dared to risk being torn apart and devoured by the horde to rush in.

Moreover, the extraction solution had a time limit.

Once it came in contact with the air, it would evaporate quickly.

Similar to alcohol.

This time ranged from a few minutes to a dozen minutes or so.

How long it could last specifically depended entirely on the amount of liquid, and this liquid was extremely precious due to its very low content.

Therefore, the survivors in the hospital could only search for food in the nearby residences with difficulty.

And they had to avoid places with large swarms of zombies.

Their range of activity was limited as well.

Life certainly wasn't easy.

Before this, the doctors actually felt quite good about themselves, after all, they often saw through the glass the scenes of hordes of zombies chasing living people outside.

While sympathetic, they couldn't help feeling fortunate about their own situation. Experience new stories on My Virtual Library Empire

Not only were they alive, but they also had food to eat.

Wasn't that lucky enough?

Even before they got in the vehicle, they felt some hesitation and uneasiness, fearing that they might carelessly be taken to some ramshackle bandit den by these people.

Who would have thought that before they even entered the safety zone, they would first see a wall more than four meters high?

Sentries were lined up on the wall, each holding a rifle.

They were all wearing metal armor.

Like bulletproof vests.

But they covered more than bulletproof vests, extending from the middle to the limbs, with a coverage rate of almost seventy percent.

Aside from some places that would affect joint movement, almost everything was covered.

Only after asking the Hunters who were traveling with us did we learn.

These were the company's guards.

The armor they wore was specially made by a machinery factory.

Not only could it be bulletproof at a certain distance, but it also offered high protection against the claws and teeth of ordinary zombies or wild beasts.

After marveling, the convoy entered the gate and began to undergo inspection.

The strict inspection made everyone secretly terrified.

Is this really just militia?

Meanwhile, the hospital survivors noticed another thing since entering the safe zone, that was, the interior occasionally had lit windows.

At the same time, cars could be seen coming back from outside on the streets every now and then.

And they were carrying something.

Like a corpse.

There was even a truck with one of its carriages converted into a metal cage, inside which several tall humanoid creatures were locked up. Upon seeing the shadows of people outside, they crazily beat and bit at the cage.

The survivors were immediately stunned; they were not blind and could clearly see what was being held inside.

It was plainly the infected madmen commonly seen on the streets.

In the company's terms, those were zombies.

Just like in the movies.

Yet, their appearance was somewhat different from those they had seen around the hospital: taller, stronger, and seemingly more frenzied. Zhao Sen even spotted a glint of cunning in the eyes of one of them.

This was not an expression that the zombies at the hospital could impart.

What followed was the base.

The villa area of today bore no resemblance to its initial state; thick walls now surrounded the entire area, leaving only one entrance at the former south gate of the community.

The giant metal gate, assembled from several steel plates, slowly opened, and the people in the vehicle let out several exclamations.

Most of the villas within were demolished and rebuilt.

Apart from the residences of Zhang Ye and a few company executives, there were only barracks, warehouses, and printing presses that operated day and night.

The survivors from the hospital were temporarily housed next to Zhang Ye's residence.

There, several villas had been specifically reserved for accommodating guests.

Now, they had become makeshift dormitories.

When the guiding guard turned on the lights in the living room, the survivors, who hadn't seen electric lights at night for a long time, immediately burst into cheers and leaps of joy.

Apart from the lights, the living room was thoughtfully equipped with a television and a gaming console.

In one corner there were even discs gathered by the people below.

Dinner was soon delivered.

Although it was merely a variety of cakes and biscuits, snacks commonly found in supermarkets in the past, it nonetheless delighted these survivors who had been alternating between hunger and satiety.

They thought that this was all the safe zone had to offer, but the next morning, they were presented with a table full of a hearty breakfast.

The doctors and nurses wolfed down their food while feeling envious.

Living here was truly blissful.

Not only was there a warm bed, but there was also an ample supply of food and water.

More importantly, they hadn't slept as soundly as they did last night for a long time.

Even with Zhao Sen's discovered extract, there was still no way to guarantee the entire hospital's safety, after all, no one knew if people or zombies might come in during the middle of the night.

Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but feel touched.

Director Zhang really was a good person.

While they observed Zhang Ye, Zhang Ye looked at the doctors and nurses, who were completely disregarding their appearance, and felt contemplative.

He thought that this group of people was rather lucky.

Although the location of the hospital was not exactly in the center of Sanjiang City, it was not too remote either, situated perfectly at the southern part of the city center. To the north was the People's Square and the municipal government building, and to the south was the old city district.

In such a position, coupled with the usual exaggerated flow of people, it was surprising that anyone survived at all?

You see, the square was filled with at least tens of thousands of zombies.

What did that mean?

Sea of corpses.

They could completely fill an entire street, leaving nothing alive in their wake, including the Mutant Beasts.

The scouts sent out reported that there were at least a hundred Variants among the horde.

Among them were the highly destructive Type-T Variants.

And in the old city district to the south of the hospital, the situation was equally bleak.

Tian Gou's marketing department staff had the idea of searching there for new survivor enclaves, but several of them quickly lost contact and haven't been heard from to this day.

In today's world, disappearance is all too common.

And it usually implies another meaning.

Death.