Lam Pham was very helpless, then continued: "Are you leaving this place?"
Duong Vinh waved his hand, "I feel this place is very good. I'll continue to wait. If by any chance I can wait for more survivors, wouldn't that be great?"
Lam Pham said no more; he respected Duong Vinh's choice.
Everyone has their own ideas.
He definitely wouldn't try to influence others' thoughts.
After a simple exchange of a few words, Lam Pham left this place. He had to continue clearing the streets. Encountering those evolved zombies was definitely the best thing; to have light yellow or golden crystal zombies was even more welcomed by Lam Pham.
If it was a new species, he could also better perfect the content within the "Zombie Picture Book."
Desolate wilderness area.
There existed a shelter. This shelter looked very simple and low-grade, with surrounding walls. There was an iron net on the fence, and outside the surrounding wall, there was another fence, made from various discarded tools.
And this shelter could survive until now.
It was also because its location was very good. All around was desolate yellow earth. When the wind blew, it could roll up a sky full of yellow sand.
At this moment.
A dilapidated pickup truck slowly drove over from afar. The pickup truck had been modified, but its body was riddled with rust. Very quickly, the pickup truck stopped at the entrance of the shelter.
The first to get off was a burly man, wearing sunglasses and a black leather jacket. Immediately after, more survivors got out of the car and moved various items from the vehicle.
Returning inside the shelter.
In the middle was a large single-story building. On both sides of the single-story building, many tents were erected, all temporarily built, for the survivors to live in.
Don't look at this place as if it's only a few thousand square meters; it actually housed sixty to seventy survivors.
The burly man pushed open the door of the large single-story building and walked in. A group of people had already gathered inside. The faces of this group of survivors were all weathered, even having a few more hints of ruthlessness. People who could survive in the apocalypse couldn't do so without some ability.
As soon as the burly man entered, he threw his sunglasses on the table, "Damn it, not much stuff, only a few boxes of instant noodles and a few barrels of purified water."
They didn't go into the city to collect supplies; that place was too dangerous, with zombies everywhere. So they went to scattered places with houses.
The group looked at the burly man, not very satisfied with this harvest. If things continued like this, then the next place they had to go must be the city.
But could humans go to the city?
It was simply hell.
Encountering zombies wasn't calculated by location.
But by the tens of thousands. Once surrounded by such a horde of corpses, it would be impossible to even escape.
The burly man said: "What are you all looking at?"
"This..."
Someone held up the picture book in their hand.
The burly man walked over, looked at the picture book. As he observed, his expression became a bit ugly, "Zombie Picture Book? Where did this come from?"
Everyone looked towards a child in the corner.
This child's face was filthy, his hair like a bird's nest.
The burly man grabbed the child, "Where did it come from?"
The child said: "I picked it up when I was scavenging outside."
The burly man threw the child to the ground, then said: "Let's not talk about the zombies recorded on this for now. This Duong Quang shelter, what kind of thing is it? Is there really such a place?"
"There is, there definitely is, otherwise it wouldn't be possible to write it on here. It's just that some guys here have already seen this picture book, and they seem to be getting restless, thinking of heading over there. What do you think we should do about this?"
"Haha, without a vehicle, whoever goes, that road is long and arduous. Not to mention other things, without a vehicle, that's just asking for death. Even with a vehicle, one might not necessarily make it." The burly man didn't care at all, but he had already memorized the Duong Quang shelter in Hoang City.
"That's true, so I'm not worried at all."
"Any women? This trip out nearly suffocated me to death."
"Aren't they all outside? Haven't you already seen them?"
"Damn it, they are all like stinky salted fish."
"Isn't there water? Just take a shower and it'll be fine."
"Cut it out... Water resources are extremely hard to come by now. We worked so hard to get this little bit. I haven't even showered in half a month. Will it still be their turn?"
The place they stayed was safe, but everything was scarce. No water, no electricity. The only thing abundant was gasoline, but could gasoline be drunk as water?
Outside.
The child who had just been thrown out returned to his own tent.
His name was Kim Thu.
Before the apocalypse, he had a happy and fulfilling family, with loving parents. They had originally driven out for a trip, but his parents had died, and only he alone ran.
Later, he ran here and stayed in this place.
No one here cared for him, no one loved him. He needed to find everything himself.
He had gone hungry, and had also thought of his mom and dad.
But he knew, those were all gone now. All that remained was relying on his own efforts.
At this moment, in his tent, lay a woman. This big sister was someone he had picked up when he was scavenging outside. At that time, when he encountered this auntie, this auntie was covered in blood, looking very terrifying. He thought she was dead and wanted to search the corpse to see if there was anything good.
But who would have thought this auntie suddenly grabbed his arm.
It scared him greatly.
Later, he brought her back. The place he brought her to was a dog kennel. It was a dog kennel that existed before. No one knew about it, only he knew.
He didn't dare to bring the auntie and tell other people.
Because he knew the people here were very scary.
Especially the burly man who had just thrown him out; he would do very excessive things to various aunties. A beautiful auntie like this one, if they knew, would definitely suffer a terrible fate.
So he secretly placed her in the tent.
Looking at the auntie's dry lips, Kim Thu dug at the ground and took out the mineral water bottle buried in the earth. There was still half a bottle of water inside. He had picked this up outside.
Although he didn't know how long it had been there, he knew that having water to drink was good enough; other things were no longer important.
Moreover, he didn't dare to tell others he had water, otherwise it would be snatched away. He was a little friend and couldn't beat anyone. Last time, to protect the instant noodles he picked up, he was even beaten severely. Thinking back now, his face still felt a little sore.
He carefully unscrewed the bottle cap, used the cap to hold water, slowly pried open the auntie's mouth, and poured the water in.
"Auntie, drink some water."
Seeing the auntie's lips were still very dry.
He looked at the mineral water again, bit his lip, and poured another capful, letting the auntie drink it all.
"Auntie, I don't have much water left. I'll give you one more capful to drink."
Poured a capful, drank it.
"Alright, last capful. Water is very precious."
"Auntie, can your lips not be so dry?"
He kept pouring many capfuls, until the water in the mineral water bottle was reduced by half.
Only then did he pour himself a capful, then licked his tongue contentedly, tightened the bottle cap, looked at the remaining mineral water, feeling a bit heartbroken, but not regretting it.
Previously, his mother had always taught him not to waste water, that water was very precious. But he always felt there was a lot of water. Only now did he realize it was truly very precious.
And food, he really wanted to eat a meal cooked by his mother. He absolutely wouldn't waste a single bit. It was just that he knew this was something that could never be realized.
Then, he buried the mineral water bottle underground again.
Waiting until he was thirsty next time to drink.
This was a life-saving thing; drinking a little meant a little less.
He covered the auntie's body with something, then pulled open a gap in the tent, confirmed there was no one around, and then crawled out from another corner of the tent, the dog kennel.
He wanted to go out and find something to eat.
He knew that in the past, many people liked to go on self-driving tours and liked to casually throw away unfinished food by the roadside. At that time, no one cared about those things.
Until now, everyone knew how precious things were.
And precisely because of this.
He could scavenge for things to eat, fill his stomach, and live until now.
As he left.
The woman covered by the blanket, her fingers twitched slightly.