He returned to the locker room, grabbed some clothes at random, and walked over to the two women, tossing the clothes to them.
"Put these on, it's better than being naked!"
The two women took a while to adjust to the bloody hallway, but they eventually picked up the clothes and began to change.
Alice was quick to put on a men's football jersey, a t-shirt style that hid her fit figure, though not completely.
Amelia wasn't as fortunate; all she got was a loose basketball shirt that covered her down to the knees, and with the slightest movement, one could catch a glimpse of the waves from under her armpits.
The two women didn't care; having clothes was better than nothing.
They mustered their courage and approached Sterling, chattering like little birds, one sentence at a time.
"Can you protect us?"
"We can do anything for you."
Sterling was still cleaning up the battlefield when he heard the women's words and stopped his actions with a sigh.
"You really are, relying on others for everything. We H-country people have a saying, 'Lean on the mountain and the mountain falls, lean on the water and the water flows.' Only by relying on yourself can you live comfortably."
Alice was a bit displeased.
"All you men are the same, hypocritical, who knows what you're really thinking."
Amelia pulled her back and spoke gently:
"She didn't mean it that way. It's the end of the world now, and we are women, inherently at a disadvantage. If possible, we can make a deal."
Sterling casually picked up a baseball bat, and the two women hurriedly retreated in fear.
Sterling dropped the baseball bat at their feet.
"You deserve to be bullied. Only by being strong yourself can you live brilliantly."
Sterling turned and left.
"If you want to live, hurry up and clean the battlefield, find usable items, and when the rescue team arrives, we will fight our way out together."
The two women were stunned for a moment, then exclaimed in delight:
"Yes, is it the Navy SEALs?"
Sterling rolled his eyes and said sternly:
"It's the great H-country army!"
Without paying attention to the disappointed two women, Sterling continued to clean up the battlefield.
The equipment exploded by zombies can directly appear in the system warehouse in the form of cards, but the guns picked up casually cannot be transformed into cards no matter what.
Sterling still doesn't quite understand what the difference is between the two.
For now, the gains are quite a lot; the sports students upstairs are all dead, leaving behind a large amount of equipment, guns and ammunition, steel baseball bats, football sticks, and javelins, all of which can be used.
After looting almost everything, he looked at the two women again and found that they had all put on football protective gear, fully armed, and even wore football crash helmets.
Sterling was filled with emotion inside, but he said:
"Grab the good stuff and follow me!"
The two women each held a bundle of "weapons," and Sterling's backpack was full of guns and ammunition.
"Where are we going?"
Sterling didn't explain and went downstairs first, with the two women following closely behind.
Before even reaching the conference room downstairs, quite a bit of noise could be heard.
The two women heard that there were other people, and their faces were uncertain, probably because of their previous experiences, which made them still fearful.
...
On the first floor of the stadium, the conference room, also the hiding place for H-country international students.
At this moment, a confrontation is presenting.
The students and the rich second-generation are at a standoff, neither side yielding.
David was in a heated argument with the arrogant rich second-generation kids.
"The upstairs has been silent for a while, Sterling is probably dead already. Keep your voices down, or you'll attract the zombies upstairs, and we'll see how you deal with them."
"Nonsense, Sterling must still be alive. You bastards, what else do you want to do?"
"What do we want to do? A snake without a head can't move. We're all guys here. If you listen to us, when the rescue team comes, we'll protect your safety. Otherwise, I'll throw you out to feed the zombies first!"
"You! Shameless!"
Led by Abigail, everyone was quite angry.
"Without Sterling, you're nothing. Obey us, and we might survive, or else..."
"Or else what?"
Sterling's voice suddenly appeared, and everyone looked towards the sound to see him climbing in through the window.
The expressions on both sides were different.
The academically gifted students were extremely excited, while the expressions of the rich second-generation kids were as ugly as if they had eaten something foul.
"Sterling, we were just joking with our classmates," the rich second-generation student immediately changed his previous arrogant attitude, bowing and scraping, flattering Sterling.
"We knew you were wise and brave, and could definitely turn danger into safety."
"Get out of my face."
Sterling disliked their obsequious faces and slapped the rich second-generation kid away, which also caused the academically gifted students who wanted to flatter him to freeze on the spot, unsure of what to do.
"They are so bad!"
Abigail pointed at the second-generation kids and started to complain.
David also chimed in.
"Sterling, these guys are too bullying. While you were away, they even wanted to take advantage of us."
Sterling's gaze swept over the rich second-generation kids, making their hair stand on end.
"David, in the end times, you must be ruthless. Some people are human, but some are beasts. You must keep your eyes open so as not to confuse people with ghosts."
After speaking, Sterling dropped his backpack to the ground.
"Clank."
"There are guns and ammunition inside, divide them up!"
"Got it."
David opened the backpack and his eyes lit up with countless little stars.
"So many?"
"Give me a gun."
The male students began to distribute the firearms, still rational, without fighting over them.
Seeing this, the rich second-generation kids were eager to rush up and snatch them as well.
With guns, in the end times, it's the greatest power, and it can't be cheapened by these nerds.
"Give me a gun!"
The first rich second-generation kid rushed up to grab the pistol from David's hand.
But the next second.
"Swish."
Sterling, without a word, slashed his neck with a dagger.
"Puff."
Blood spurted, and he died on the spot.
The whole scene fell silent, and everyone was stunned.
"You, you, you actually killed an innocent person!"
The rest of the rich second-generation kids pointed at Sterling's nose and started to scold.
But the next second.
A glance from Sterling forced these rich second-generation kids to swallow their scolding.
"Our previous accounts haven't been settled yet. If you dare to make trouble again, I promise to kill you all, without exception!"
The rich second-generation kids had never suffered such an insult, but they couldn't beat him, had no weapons in hand, and facing Sterling, this god of death, they could only swallow their anger and silently step back.