However, when Derick went back to check the post later, it had already disappeared. No matter how much he searched, he couldn't find it. Obviously, it had been censored.
It seemed that the authorities had discovered it and took action to censor it. The apocalypse and the existence of zombies were already causing panic and chaos among humans. If they were to find out that these zombies could evolve, it would likely lead to even greater unrest.
After that, Derick didn't find any useful information. After all, it was only the second day since the apocalypse started, and most survivors were hiding in their homes, trembling in fear. Even the few survivor bases were just unfortunate souls gathering together with nowhere else to escape.
Although the government had said in the news to remain calm and that order would be restored, the public hadn't seen any rescue efforts yet. Everyone was in a state of desperate escape.
After quickly checking the news, Derick got up from the bed. Lisa was still sleeping beside him, showing no signs of waking up, sleeping soundly. He didn't disturb her and dressed himself.
"It seems like I'll need to find some beautiful maids to serve me in dressing and grooming in the future," Derick thought to himself. As a king, how could he not have someone to attend to him closely?
But those eight women who came back as captives, he decided against it. If he was going to have maids, they had to be beautiful, at least not inferior to Lisa.
Otherwise, it wouldn't be pleasing to the eye. Those women outside who could do household chores were decent, but they fell far short of being personal maids.
Even the most beautiful among them was far inferior to Lisa. Although they could be considered beautiful, Derick had no interest in them. His standards had risen now. There were all kinds of women in the apocalypse, so he might as well be selective.
On the third floor of the hospital, several women responsible for serving had prepared breakfast. "Master, this is all we have in the things you brought back," one of the girls said softly.
Derick had established some basic rules for them, such as addressing him as "master" when they met and obeying his commands. Although the women were somewhat afraid, they had all submitted to him.
Derick couldn't be bothered with whether they truly submitted or not, as long as they remembered the rules on the surface and didn't cause any trouble. He would naturally provide these women with food, ensuring their survival.
The things on the table were simple, canned food, beef, and some fast food items. Some of them were heated briefly in the microwave in the room.
Derick didn't feel that it was too simple as he picked up a slice of luncheon meat. Some people were still being chased by zombies and couldn't even have a proper meal. His situation was already quite good.
"Sister, you're here. Sit down and have breakfast!" Derick greeted his sister.
Angelica rolled her eyes, her eyes showing a hint of resentment as she sat down with dark circles under her eyes, picking up a piece of beef to eat.
"Sis, I'm planning to go out and clear some zombies after breakfast, and maybe bring back some supplies. I'll leave this place to your care."
"Sure, go ahead. I'll take care of things here for you," Angelica knew that her brother had ambitious plans and considered this hospital area as his territory. She was also prepared to assist and support Derick.
Derick was also very confident in handing over his territory to his sister, Angelica. After all, Angelica was a double doctorate in psychology and computer philosophy, a highly intelligent individual, and managing a few people posed no problem for her.
Of course, to be on the safe side, he left his only Type 54 pistol with his sister. After all, the weapon had more deterrent power in his hands than practical use. Its loud noise could easily attract zombies, making it unsuitable for everyday use.
After breakfast, Derick went to check on Lisa, who had shown a loyalty rating of 95. This level of loyalty was absolute, as loyalty ratings above 90 meant there would be no betrayal. Derick was reassured by this.
It must be said that the key to a woman's heart lies in the vagina. After last night's intimacy, Lisa's loyalty rating skyrocketed from 85 to 95.
However, only Derick, with a loyalty rating above 80, could perceive it. Among the people in the hospital, only two had loyalty ratings above 90: Lisa with 95 and his sister, Angelica, with 100.
Derick didn't feel surprised; his bond with his sister didn't require validation. Otherwise, she wouldn't have sacrificed her life to save him in their previous lives. But seeing this loyalty rating, he felt even more affection for his only relative.
Derick walked to the second floor and climbed out through the water pipe outside the window. He had completely blocked the entrance to the building to prevent any zombies from getting in.
With a backpack on his back and a dagger hanging from his waist, Derick clenched his fist, feeling a surge of power. With a single punch, he sent a zombie blocking his way flying. "Wow, their bones are pretty tough," he exclaimed in surprise.
The battle axe from yesterday had been used to shatter the glass at the airport. He picked up a steel pipe from the ground, tried it out, and found it to have a good feel. He started killing his way out through the back door of the hospital.
Today, Derick had several tasks. First, he needed to find some weapons, preferably firearms with greater firepower. These would be useful for himself and, more importantly, for the women at home, his sister, and Lisa.
Although Derick could now teach them his martial arts, the progress was slow, and he couldn't directly transfer his abilities to them. Firearms were the only option.
Firearms were still very useful in the early stages of the apocalypse, as even Derick himself couldn't avoid the threat they posed.
Another task was to find a good cold weapon for himself. This would require some luck. Additionally, he needed to gather supplies such as food, clothing, and water.
They couldn't rely solely on what they had and needed to prepare for the increasing number of survivors, as the consumption of resources would intensify.
Derick headed in the direction of the police station. He had deliberately chosen this location because not far from the hospital was the headquarters of the Grizzly City Police.
There, he could definitely find a large number of firearms and weapons that might meet his requirements. "I hope there are no living people there!" he thought to himself.
Inside the hospital, Lisa had also woken up, although her body was still very tired. It hurt whenever she moved. Last night, she had experienced Derick's demands and had been exhausted. Just being able to get up now was already good enough.
But as Lisa looked at the bloodstain on the bedsheet, a hint of joy and pride appeared on her face. "Master was amazing last night. He must really like me!" she thought to herself.
"Lisa, you're awake. I brought breakfast for you," Angelica pushed open the door and walked in. Upon seeing Lisa naked on the bed, with bloodstains present, the two of them locked eyes in a moment of silence.