Apocalyptic garbage classification system

"Quick! Block the zombies back! Close the door!"

"Everyone coming, come to this side of the gate. Leave those outside alone alone!"

"Run away! We can't hold on any longer!"

"..."

Wanshan Base suddenly fell into chaos. Tiger Shark looked at the situation in front of him leisurely, took out a small wine bottle from his pocket, opened it, took a sip, and said to Huang Jinfu:

"I just like watching scenes like this! Do you know why the apocalypse happens? It's because most people in the human race are so rubbish, they deserve to die!"

Stretching out his index finger and tapping Wanshan Base, which was in chaos, Tiger Shark said:

"Look! I'm usually fine, but when something happens, I panic and get into a mess. Is this worthy of being called an intelligent creature? It's not even as good as an ant! There's no discipline at all. You think these people are alive? , what else can you do besides wasting food?”

"Yes, yes! The boss is right!"

Golden Fu nodded repeatedly, smiling like a flower:

"That's why I abandoned the dark side for the bright side and joined the boss! You are the hope of mankind!"

"snort!"

Tiger Shark obviously appreciated the compliment, and he snorted proudly and drank another drink.

The survivors of Wanshan Camp, who had been nervously watching the battle, now felt that the situation was over. The gate had been broken open, and zombies were pouring in. However, the number of soldiers was insufficient, and Wanshan, Li Dong, and Ermao were also among them. The enhanced warriors were entangled with the giant zombie and could not escape to protect them. Therefore, they were unable to block the zombies back, and the base seemed to be in danger.

Among the more than 1,000 people in Wanshan Base, there are only more than 300 combatants, because many have left with Huang Jinfu, plus the 60 elites Li Yichen took away, naturally there are not many.

The remaining more than 800 people are all non-combatants, including many men in their prime. However, Wanshan Base has always been like this, everyone can choose their own job.

Those who are timid and afraid of death can work in plantations or processing departments, or even dig wild vegetables in safer places around the base, or go fishing in rivers. Anyway, in the apocalypse, there is always work you can find, and, in At Wanshan Base, no matter what your job is, you will basically make fun of you to keep you fed. This is one of the reasons why Wanshan was complained about by Li Yichen.

But now, when the more than 800 survivors saw the situation in the base, they couldn't help but panic. They were originally timid, so they didn't join the battle group. A group of ordinary zombies was enough to scare them, let alone Now there is a giant zombie in the base.

Many people began to throw themselves away and cried softly, feeling desperate for their future, while more people were thinking about where to escape.

"Move some things and let's escape from the back. The zombies are only gathered in the front now. There shouldn't be any in the back."

"Yes, yes! If we put something up as a cushion, we still have a chance to escape."

"What a great idea, hurry up, hurry up! Let's move things out together and escape together!"

When a person is in a panic, it is easiest to listen to suggestions. Even if the suggestion is not very good, he will grasp it as if he is grasping a life-saving straw. Therefore, when someone in the crowd makes a suggestion, others will immediately agree, and some will After agreeing, others thought the idea was very good.

"But what will they do?"

Someone asked, pointing to the soldiers below.

"They have been entangled by zombies and can't leave. And if they escape too, how can we have a chance to escape?"

As soon as the question was asked, someone answered it immediately, while others fell silent. Everyone knew that this was not right, but for the sake of their own lives, they all chose to remain silent.

"Dad! Those uncles are so brave!"

Just as these people quietly moved out of the Fifth Ring Building and were about to escape from the back, a young voice suddenly sounded.

It was a little boy about five or six years old. Because it was the end of the world, he was a little malnourished, his face was yellow and thin, and he was held in the arms of a young man in his twenties. The child's pure eyes were curious. Look at the soldiers blocking the zombies.

The warriors who were fighting did not hear these words. Instead, those who had a guilty conscience and wanted to escape were so frightened that they all stopped. They breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that no one noticed them.

"Yes! They are so brave!"

The young man replied in a low voice and took steps at the same time.

"Dad! You said you want me to live bravely when I grow up, do you mean to do this to them? But if they are caught by zombies, they will die. If they may die, then do they still have to be brave?"

The child continued to ask, because he was really curious. The first common sense that children who live in the apocalypse learn is not to be bitten by zombies, because they will turn into "monsters."

The young man paused and couldn't help but turn his head to look. At this moment, when a soldier was hacking a zombie to death, his knife got stuck on the zombie's head. He didn't pull it back in time, and was bitten by the zombie next to him. With one mouthful, he was immediately pulled into the group of corpses.

When he was pulled in, the soldier turned his head back and found the people who were about to escape. His originally unwilling expression suddenly turned into astonishment, and then became confused, aggrieved, and then...his figure was The corpses were drowned.

The young man's heart seemed to be stabbed by something suddenly. He turned around suddenly and looked at a woman behind him. The woman understood something instantly and silently took the child and nodded to the young man.

The young man handed the bag on his back to the woman, then looked at it and grabbed the wooden stool that was being used to climb the wall from the other person's hand. He threw it on the ground hard, kicked it to pieces, and picked up one of the stool legs. He looked at the survivors behind him.

"Everyone! I was born in the apocalypse. Ever since I was a child, I have been chased by those ugly things like a mouse, hiding here and there. I don't want my children to want the same thing as me."

The young man raised his head and looked at the Fifth Ring Building:

"This building was given to us by Brother Yi. It's the best house I've ever lived in. But I haven't even spent a night in it, and I have to be kicked out by these guys again. I... don't want to Run away again!"

He reached out and touched his son's head:

"I have been teaching my son to be brave because I know that in the apocalypse, only brave people can adapt to this world. Also because his father, I am very cowardly and I dare not fight zombies."

"I have always lived under the protection of others. Now, our guardians are almost unable to defend our home. I think... I want to give it a try myself! Is there anyone... Want to come with me?"

Everyone looked at me, I looked at you, there was silence...