A temporary shelter had to house ten people.
And it could only fit ten, with beds squeezed against each other; there was no room for an extra bed.
Seeking private space was impossible. If you didn't want to be completely open with everyone, then you had to find a way to hang a curtain for yourself. If there wasn't a curtain, then resignedly watch others while being watched.
Luckily it was winter. It would truly be unbearable in summer.
Don't want to live here?
Sure, you could move out and find any empty house to live in, but whether you'd end up neighbors with zombies or increasingly numerous criminals was a matter of luck.
Having seen the temporary housing, Gao Yuan realized just how good the conditions of the isolation room he spent his first night in had been. However, there was no helping it; Xiang Weiguo had said no one should receive special treatment, so he couldn't either.
