When the riot broke out upstairs, she immediately hid under a table in the corner and moved a chair to shield herself.

One of the children was a girl named Liu Tiantian, who was about ten years old. She was from a nearby farm. Her family had been beaten to death by the masked men. She and her mother were captured and brought here together. During the riot, her mother hid her in a kitchen cabinet and held the cabinet door shut as the zombies rushed over, which saved her life.

The other child was a boy of about thirteen or fourteen. His eyes were fierce, a look that was not typical of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy. Qiao An'an did not like his eyes and asked, "What's your name? How did you get to the prison?"

The boy coldly wiped his mouth: "Ye Jing, I came to the prison by myself. I told them I wanted to be strong!"

Everyone gasped upon hearing Ye Jing's answer.

Qiao An'an felt that such people were not suitable to stay in prison, since this place would be used as a base for everyone in the future. She also suggested that future survivors should be subject to strict screening. In addition to being locked up for a period of time to make sure that they had not been bitten or scratched by zombies, their past experiences should also be thoroughly investigated. Anyone with distorted values ​​should not be allowed to enter.

Everyone thought Qiao An'an's suggestion made a lot of sense.

Only Chen Zhou hesitated: "This child is still young. If we really kick him out, he definitely won't survive. We can shape his values ​​later in life..."

Qiao An'an's attitude was firm: "Thirteen or fourteen years old is already a young man, not a child anymore. Besides, without rules, there can be no order. We cannot keep anyone who threatens our new base. In addition, I assure you that what you are worried about will not happen. I will prepare some food and drink for him and let him leave with us in the car. We will let him off the car when we reach a safe place."