New Concord, Ohio.
The survivor nicknamed Jesus, holding a bloody dagger in his hand, hid on the roof of a bungalow, looking at the large building in front of him surrounded by zombies, indifferent and speechless.
In order to get enough food for the Hilltop Village, he had been wandering silently in New Concord for a whole day.
However, just as he expected, although there were abundant resources in the city, only a few could be plundered by the survivors.
Those places where supplies were easily found had already been looted by other survivors over the past few years.
As for those remaining places that have not been searched, either there are too many zombies and they are too dangerous, or their locations are too hidden for ordinary people to find.
Nowadays, the only edible foods that can be found in the city, apart from alcohol, canned food and fruits with the longest shelf life, are vacuum-compressed foods provided to the military or survival enthusiasts.
These foods might not be available anywhere else, but Jesus knew in his heart that there was one place where he could definitely find them.
That is a large department store with a very dense population of zombies.
The disaster happened so suddenly that, although there was a period of frenzy of looting, the resources in the large department stores in the city center were too abundant to be plundered clean by the survivors.
Even at the end, a few zombies discovered their differences and wanted to attack them with their teeth, but the two of them killed them one by one without any ripples, as if they were stepping on an ant.
Jesus couldn't think of any good solution for this. Even if he wanted to use sound to lure away the zombies here, it was basically impossible.
"Since then, our camp has been forced to provide them with large amounts of food and supplies at regular intervals, which has made our lives very difficult. This year, we are even starving."
Jesus himself had no ill intentions. He raised his hands high, slowly walked in front of the two men, and then spoke:
"Rick and Sean, right, nice to meet you guys, my friends all call me Jesus."
Although more than half of it had been cleared out, the remaining part was enough to complete the task of delivering it to the Salvation Army, and there was even a considerable portion left over.
There was a hint of bitter smile on his lips, but his eyes were firm as he said:
He also took out a lot of flammable materials from the tool area, and finally formed a flammable firewood pile with an area of dozens of square meters.
Thinking of this, Jesus no longer hesitated and decided to take a gamble.
Rick looked at the tool area and saw the purpose of his trip, so he said to Sean:
"It's getting late, Sean. We'd better take the things away early and lock this place up. We can come back to get other supplies later."
"You can't say that, Sean. Our actions are very meaningful."
Jesus has been fighting on the front lines since the disaster broke out. Even in the village on the top of the mountain, he is the most elite warrior and the most capable search team member.
The most important thing is that he has long overcome his fear of these ordinary zombies. In his eyes, as long as the number of zombies does not exceed a certain limit, these slow-moving monsters are not even as good as the gangsters he had fought with before.
However, the zombies wrapped in flames were monsters that did not know what fear and pain were. They still stayed in the flames stupidly, and were even attracted by the sound of the burning flames, crowding together and moving slowly in the flames.
These zombies were scattered at various locations at the entrance of the building. When faced with the slowly moving Jesus, they just moved forward a little, smelled the scent, and then ignored him.
What caught his eyes were collapsed shelves, dirty environment, discarded goods, damaged utensils, a large number of zombies, and dust and cobwebs everywhere.
He took a found dagger from his waist and threw it to the ground, then shook his head at Rick, indicating that the man had no other weapons.
Two tall men wearing special black armor that looked very high-tech walked in.
"However, there are too few survivors now. It is best not to engage in a full-scale bloody conflict unless it is absolutely necessary."
In an instant, all kinds of scenarios emerged in his mind, and he even wondered if someone was following him.
Because of the butterfly effect he triggered, the fate of these communities has changed accordingly, but no matter what, they still exist.
Just like an ant moving house, he moved everything little by little by himself to the outside of the department store, and then found a place where he could use the car to store it.
It is precisely because of the protection of these clothes that the bodies of these indoor zombies are still relatively intact, and their abilities in all aspects are stronger than those zombies that have rotted away and are left with only skin and bones.
Here, any big movement or fast speed may result in being chased and attacked by the zombies.
Although most of the supplies here have been damaged, at least no other survivors have come here to search in the short term, so we will definitely find a lot of good things.
When I walked past the two people, it was as if I was just seeing people of my own kind.
After ten minutes, Jesus avoided the attention of all zombies and quietly came to the food area on the first floor of the department store.
With the support of the big boss, Rick's mood became more resolute. He made a promise:
"Can you help us?"
On the second day of the beach vacation, Leon was enjoying sunbathing and Amy's massage on the beach, but before he finished enjoying his wife's service, he received another call from Rick.
Although the sound was very small, Jesus was born with sensitive five senses and still noticed this extremely special sound.
"We don't want to be oppressed by them anymore, and we don't want to be enslaved by them anymore."
Listening to the conversation between the two armored men, Jesus, hiding in the dark, guessed that if neither of them was lying, the organization they belonged to should be a kind organization willing to rescue other survivors.
Their movements were extremely skillful. They quietly walked behind the zombies, held the dagger in their left hands, stabbed it directly into the zombies' eye sockets, and stirred it vigorously. With their right hands, they held the zombies' backs, and the moment the zombies stopped moving, they laid the zombies' bodies flat on the ground.
The man named Rick stared at him intently with eyes as sharp as lightning, and the muzzle of the gun never moved away from his head.
Seeing this scene, although Jesus felt a little disappointed, he also breathed a sigh of relief.
The other armored monster also opened the visor of his helmet, revealing a handsome face that looked very upright.
.........
"But a year ago, an organization called the Salvation Army found us there. They defeated us with force and killed some of our people, forcing us to obey by threatening our lives."
Finding supplies is only the easiest part of this mission. The real difficulty is how to move the food in a department store occupied by thousands of zombies.
He pretended not to know.
Two strange men in black armor first took out an iron chain from behind and directly locked the door on the first floor of the department store. Then they leisurely took out a dagger from their belts and began to clear out the zombies wandering in the hall one by one.
Jesus took a deep breath, put on the coat smeared with zombies' flesh and blood that he had prepared in advance, covered his mouth and nose with a red scarf, then shrank his body and sneaked into the department store in front of him.
After finishing the communication with Rick, Leon leaned back in the soft beach chair, looking at the blue sky, and couldn't help being a little dazed.
The place where he was hiding was less than a hundred meters away from the department store, and hundreds of zombies were also gathered outside the building's gate.
With a clear bang, the light green solution quickly flowed from the glass jar to the ground, emitting a light smoke, which then dissipated into the air.
Time is urgent and he has to act immediately. He really doesn't have much time to think about other methods.
They seem to have a way of communicating that does not require any sound, or that the outside world cannot hear their voices.
In order to prevent any accidents, he did not fill the pocket too full, but kept the weight at a comfortable level to ensure that he could escape at any time.
Without giving him time to think, for safety's sake, he immediately hid sideways next to the cabinet in the canned food area, quietly stuck his head out and looked towards the direction of the door.
At this point, Jesus also guessed the next move of the two armored monsters.
The brand new guns on the two men also made him afraid to make any rash moves.
Taking out a pre-prepared canvas bag from his waist bag, Jesus squatted beside the cabinet in the canning area and began to put cans into the pocket little by little.
Time is running out. The Salvation Army only has three days left for the Hilltop Village. If they cannot collect enough food for them, the residents of the Hilltop Village will surely suffer cruel harm again.
"How dare they call themselves such arrogant organizations? What kind of organization is this?"
For example, the garbage dump, the seaside camp, the reapers, the corpse talkers, and the federal organization of tens of thousands of people that appeared later.
"who are you?"
Rick frowned when he heard this, but before he could respond, Sean didn't care. He pointed the gun at Jesus' head and searched his body.
"You have earned a lot of contribution points!"
You have to know that this place is close to the city center of New Concord. If you make some big noise, it is very likely that tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of zombies will surround you. At that time, you will be unable to escape even if you have wings.
In his memory, in addition to these familiar organizations, there seemed to be several other organizations in America.
"At least when we unfortunately die one day, our children will be able to hold their heads high and tell others that their father was a good man who deserves respect."
This is something that will make him sad.
The whole process takes less than ten seconds and does not make any loud noise, so it will not attract the attention of other zombies.
Sean spat on the ground, nodded helplessly, and walked towards the tool area while saying:
"Damn it, I've been a porter all day. I must take a good bath and have a couple of drinks when I get home."
"The Salvation Army?"
And in the short time that he was smoking the cigar, the zombies on the first floor of the department store seemed to be attracted by something strongly and moved towards the place where the glass bottle was smashed at the fastest speed.
Unlike the zombies outside that were exposed to the wind and sun, their clothes were generally intact except that they were covered with dust.
"Of course, but I didn't drink for nothing. I also brought some beef jerky and fruit from the collective. If we also get some main dishes, we can have a good meal."
Suddenly, I keenly heard the sound of the glass door on the first floor of the department store being slowly pushed open.
"Have you learned the intelligence yet?"
"Go and verify the intelligence first. I will prepare a force to support you at any time."
This smooth killing shocked Jesus who was hiding nearby.
Seeing the strength of these two people, Jesus became even more worried.
After listening to Rick's story, Leon asked with interest:
"In the past six months, we have saved hundreds of survivors. These are all lives, which is more worthy of our pride than when we first became county police officers."
Just as Jesus was thinking about how to deal with these two strange men, what happened next shocked him greatly.
At this moment, the handsome middle-aged man who closed his helmet again spoke:
"Hey, Rick, this thing is really powerful. That guy in the research department doesn't get paid for nothing."
Rick stared at Jesus for a while, and finally put down the pistol in his hand and asked:
"Jesus, huh? That's a pretty arrogant nickname of yours."
"There are already few of us humans, so it's best if we stop killing each other."
"We want to survive!"
"Don't worry, I mean no harm."
"They are powerful, they are numerous, and their style of operation is more like bandits, or warlords."
However, both of them were wearing opaque black helmets, which made it impossible for him to see what the people inside looked like.
"I feel like I'm not as happy as when we were shooting coaches at the Atlanta base."
Judging from their equipment and combat skills, the strength of this organization should not be underestimated.
Jesus watched in confusion as many zombies passed by him. They seemed to have lost interest in anything along the way and were only thinking about getting to the location of the green slime.
With their cooperation, it took only over an hour to clear out the zombies in the furniture area, and a large number of high-end quilts, goose down quilts and various wooden furniture were piled together.
He ignored the other foods that had all gone bad and went straight to the canned food and fruit sections in the food area.
At least you can still find some fish that have escaped the net among these junk.
The other party seemed unaware that there were other survivors in the building. They just casually held two cold weapons, maintained a protective formation, and walked into the building.
Jesus was silent for a few seconds, organizing his words in his mind, and then he spoke:
"I lived in a survivor camp called Hilltop Village, which was supposed to be a place of unity and peace. We lived there for three years."
So, Jesus thought about it and finally decided to use the old method.
"For the past six months, I have either been doing hard labor or working as a porter. Every day I have to serve the survivors from outside, feed them, give them water, and build big houses for them."
Sean's expression froze slightly when he heard this, and he couldn't help but think of Judith. His originally disdainful expression subsided a little, and he said:
Even those zombies who have lost their ability to move due to accidents are no exception.
Leon laughed, thought for more than ten seconds, and said:
What surprised Jesus was that these two people had neither zombie blood nor zombie rotten flesh on them, but the zombies scattered around them seemed to have no interest in them at all.
The other armored monster opened his black mask, revealing a handsome face of a middle-aged man. He took out a cigar from his waist bag, lit it with a lighter, put it in his mouth and took a big puff.
He stood up and walked out from the food area. Although he didn't make any sound, he immediately attracted the attention of the two men for some reason.
"Have you encountered any difficulties?"
"By the way, I also brought a bottle of good wine from the main base. Do you want to drink it together?"
But no matter what he thought, the two men in armor did not stop at all and cooperated with each other to do other work.
"Tell me, what is this request for help you're talking about?"
"No, Leon, we just met the person who asked us for help today."
Rick's voice sounded a little tired. In the afternoon, he, Sean and Jesus who was willing to help moved a whole truckload of goods. They were all tired both physically and mentally.
"All the information was obtained from him, so we cannot be sure whether it is true or false."
"However, the survivor named Jesus invited us to visit their camp tomorrow for a field trip."
"If you do something stupid, don't blame me for not warning you."
Although he was a little anxious, he moved neither fast nor slow. Without disturbing any zombies, he slowly moved to the cabinet in the canned food area.
Finally, under Jesus' puzzled gaze, one of the armored monsters took out a cylindrical glass bottle filled with an unknown green solution from his waist bag and smashed it in the center of the flammable materials.
Dozens of minutes later, when the flames gradually died down, the zombies that were still in the flames had their brains burned out, turning into charred corpses that could not move.
After comforting himself for a few words, Jesus continued to suppress the noise, dodging any props on the ground that might make noise, and moved carefully step by step towards the food selling area, as if performing an acrobatic trick.
Sure enough, after a few minutes, when nearly eight or nine hundred zombies had all crowded onto the pile of flammable materials, the handsome middle-aged man smoking the cigar directly threw the cigar, with only the butt left, onto the flammable materials.
Bang!
Objects contaminated with various flammable fuels immediately caught fire. As the fire spread, it took only a dozen seconds to turn into a huge flame covering dozens of square meters.
Being able to encounter an organization that may help them in the end times is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If they miss this opportunity, they may never have another chance.
Canned beef, canned sardines, canned lamb and canned vegetables, all kinds of canned food actually filled two rows of containers, in addition there were many brightly colored canned fruits.
"I think he dares to do this, so he shouldn't be lying."
"But don't you think that everyone in our Stinger Squad is almost becoming a babysitter?"
But Jesus did not feel any relief after finding the food.
A few minutes later, just as he was about to pick up his bag and walk out of the department store.
"Why are you all eavesdropping there?"
However, his relationship with Sean is extraordinary, and even if he disagrees with Sean's point of view, he will not be too persistent in arguing with him.
These zombies trapped in the department store may not have seen living creatures for several years, so they seemed a little stupid. Even if Jesus made a little sound, most of them would not care.
"These high-sounding words are used by Leon to deceive people and make those ignorant fools work hard. We just need to listen to them, but don't really believe them."
Rick laughed and said cheerfully:
Soon, with the cooperation of the two, it took them less than five minutes to knock down all of the more than 40 zombies at the gate to the ground.
Holding his breath and concentrating all the way, Jesus moved as slowly and carefully as possible, and crawled into the department store through a hole in the glass on the first floor.
Fortunately, I am different from those who always hide in the survivor camp, always avoid fighting, and are always afraid of zombies.
Rick, who has not suffered any setbacks, obviously has a higher level of ideological awareness than ordinary people.
The Salvation Army, the Hilltop, and today, all those familiar organizations in memory have appeared one after another.
During the more than three years since the apocalypse, Jesus has been fighting these monsters on the front line. Although the number of zombies he has killed is not quite one thousand, there are at least seven or eight hundred. Even so, he could not kill these monsters as easily as the two of them.
"I understand, Leon. Any life is worthy of respect. I will give them the opportunity to choose."
In just a moment, the two men in armor pulled out pistols from their belts and immediately pointed the muzzles at his head.
"Instead, I want to ask you for help."
It was this method of making the zombies ignore him that saved Jesus' life several times.
This made Jesus, whose whole body was already stinking worse than shit, feel very helpless.
This method was not discovered by him himself, but he learned it secretly after seeing other survivors using this method in an unexpected encounter.
Since communities like The Salvation Army, Alexandria, and Hilltop all exist, these communities and organizations should not be able to escape either.
Unfortunately, the stronghold network plan is still being implemented, and the intelligence organization he hopes to spread throughout the Amei River is still in its infancy and can't play any role.
If you want to find other organizations, you can only try your luck like looking for a needle in a haystack.
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