Chapter 123

Lina had never worked before, but now that it's the apocalypse, she's done quite a bit of work.

However, the workers here all have their own tasks, and Dwight really doesn't know how to assign tasks to someone like Lena who doesn't have any special skills.

As a woman, even if things weren't going well, she would at least have a backup job, but Negan wouldn't allow it.

Dwight was troubled. His job was to do everything Negan told him to do, and he used to be a member of the zombie-driving team. But what about Lena?

He didn't think this woman was a weak woman who couldn't even kill a chicken. This woman was brave, daring to risk her life with an RPG and even managing to lure zombies, causing them such great losses.

However, her current identity is not ordinary.

Dwight wasn't sure what was going on between Negan and Lena, but Negan's attitude really put him in a difficult position. After all, there were several factions within the factory, or rather, within the Saviors.

Needless to say, there are many who admire Negan, but there are also many who fear Negan, resent Negan, and some who even secretly want to replace Negan.

Dwight was categorized as Negan's right-hand man, which meant that neither side liked him. He wanted to interfere in the factory's affairs? That would be extremely difficult.

But if something were to happen to Lina, he would undoubtedly be finished.

I've really landed myself a tough job.

Dwight angrily threw away his cigarette butt and stomped on it with his foot; he was having the worst luck imaginable.

Especially that troublemaker… Dwight was lost in memories.

"What? Doing chores? I can't do any chores. Look at me, do I look like someone who does chores?" Lina leaned back on the sofa, looking up at Dwight with an air of nonchalance. "My husband even cuts my nails. What, does your wife do all the chores in your house? No wonder you don't have a wife."

Dwight's scalded eye twitched grotesquely, but he quickly calmed down.

He has no right to lose his temper.

“This is Negan’s arrangement. If you don’t work, you won’t have food to eat, you won’t have a place to stay…” Dwight paused for a moment, “and you won’t have food to eat.” She needs to be treated for her illness, and she can’t be allowed to leave the house.

Tsk, Negan really is... Dwight gave Lena a deep look, really wanting to send her to the door to mess with the zombie barrier.

"Anyway, I can't do anything." Lina sprawled out on the sofa, shrugging it off. Did they think she could serve the Salvation Army? Dream on!

Thinking about what had happened before, Dwight felt a headache coming on, feeling that even if he assigned her work, she wouldn't do it properly.

After thinking for a while, Dwight could only arrange for Lena to work for the transport team. The area she could work in wasn't far, and there was a cart. After all, she was a girl, and she definitely couldn't do hard labor. She definitely couldn't stand eating mushy beans every day. This would also make her submit to Negan as soon as possible.

After thinking it over, Dwight spoke with the person in charge of transportation and recording work points, and specifically reminded them of Negan's warning.

The head of the transport team was Simon's man, and Simon was still in the dark room, his fate unknown. Negan hadn't sent him a doctor; he'd just thrown Simon in there after he'd been branded with hot irons—that wasn't going to be easy. The person in charge of recording work points was Arat's man, and he had some ulterior motives. They could be considered Negan's fanatical followers.

Thinking about what Arat had done in private, a look of disgust flashed in Dwight's eyes; they were a bunch of perverts.

In short, regardless of what the two sides are thinking, Lina, who has connections, has been successfully placed in the position, and now it's up to her to decide what to do next.

So, Lina, who was enjoying her private room, was moved by Dwight to the factory dormitory area.

The room was filled with rows of metal bunk beds, with tattered sheets and curtains. Dwight found an empty bed for Lena and just left her there.

Lena was a little confused, and the open and covert stares from those around her were also annoying her. However, everyone had seen the knife at her waist, and those in the know also knew that this was the person Negan wanted, so no one dared to do anything, and in fact, everyone was avoiding her like the plague.

These days are even harder than the time I spent in prison.

Although Lina was disgusted, she had no choice. As long as she could get out of there, it would be progress, and as long as she could get out, she would have a chance.

Thinking about this made her feel much better. Maybe she could even take the opportunity to go find Daryl!

With that confidence, Lina didn't have a single chance to slack off for two days in a row.

She was responsible for all the transportation work for a herd of livestock, and in theory she should have been able to earn the full amount of work points. However, she only received one or two points each day, and could only eat disgusting bean porridge every day. Lina was going crazy.

I can't sleep well, there's the smell of stinky feet, snoring, and some people don't sleep at night, engaging in marital activities. Please, you've all become slaves, are you trying so hard to produce a second generation of slaves?

I haven't slept well for two days in a row, and today I did a full day of physical labor. In the end, this jerk who was keeping the scores glanced at Lina and said, "One point."

FU%CK! Lina grabbed the metal plate in front of her and smashed it directly onto the bastard's head.

The people around were terrified, and soon the Salvation Army guards surrounded them. Lina ignored them and, with bloodshot eyes, frantically punched the head of the person in front of her.

She couldn't sleep well, wasn't allowed to eat her fill, and had endless chores. She had never suffered like this in her life!

Those who tried to break up the fight were kicked away by Lina and attacked even more fiercely; she practically beat up anyone who came.

The fact that no one dared to point a gun at Lina only fueled her reckless audacity.

However, Dwight quickly grabbed Daryl and brought him over. Lina, who was venting her anger, didn't notice and was still holding the Saviors guard upside down.

"Let go, or I'll shoot."

Lena paused for a moment, then turned around and saw Dwight pointing a gun at Daryl.

"Despicable!" Lina cursed through gritted teeth.

Seeing that Lena had calmed down, Dwight put down his gun, pushed Daryl aside, and the Saviors, who had been beaten up by Lena, angrily surrounded Daryl and started beating him up.

"Go to hell!!" Lina cursed in a way that no one could understand, rolled up her sleeves, and charged forward.

Dwight reacted quickly, grabbing her arm. Under Lena's sharp gaze, he said, "If you do anything out of line, I'll have someone beat him up. So, think it over."

Lina was furious, her chest heaving violently, her eyes bloodshot and her face flushed red, looking like a mutated zombie.

“…I’m sorry,” Lina said, feeling aggrieved, “it’s my fault. Can you ask them to stop?”

Dwight released his grip on Lena's hand. He knew what that feeling was like; he thought it would give him a sense of relief, but when it actually happened, he found that he wouldn't feel happy about it.

But he felt no guilt, no remorse; he wanted to live, he wanted to live with Shirley.

"Stop, we don't want to waste our medicine on him." Dwight, having estimated that Daryl had been beaten enough, called for a halt.

Lena rushed over. Daryl was in terrible condition, smelling terrible. He was wearing a strange-looking bodysuit, and the exposed skin was covered in bruises. Lena noticed that Daryl's entire face, especially his mouth, was swollen.

“Don’t touch him, or else…” Dwight said.

Lina turned around angrily and glared at him, "I'll kill you sooner or later!"

Dwight chuckled. "It seems more likely that I'll kill him first." Dwight waved his hand, and Daryl was grabbed. Lena rushed to check on Daryl, who managed a weak smile as he reassured her that he was alright and could hold on.

He quickly looked Lina over. Although she didn't look well, her injuries had been treated and the bandages were fresh. They had treated her, and as long as she was alright, that was good.

Lina knew that Daryl would be tortured in the hands of these people, but seeing him like this broke her heart. These scumbags, these bastards!

Lina bit her lip, not wanting to cry in front of so many people, so she tried to take deep breaths and hold it in.

"What are you doing now?" Dwight asked.

"I'm exhausted! This guy gives me one or two cents every day, and I can eat a bowl of beans all day long. Today I didn't even get a single cent!" Lina complained angrily. "And this godforsaken place! I haven't slept for two days. It's so smelly and noisy!"

Dwight fell silent as he listened to Lena's complaints. What prisoner could possibly receive such good treatment? They should be secretly delighted! Why are they complaining like this?

"Can't hold on? Then you know what Negan wants." Dwight said impatiently. What a delicate thing to do, collapsing in less than three days, tsk.

“…Go to hell!” Lina cursed after a long silence.

The couple were equally stubborn. Dwight glanced at Lena, wondering how many more days this delicate troublemaker could hold out. Dwight felt that maybe another day or two? Judging from her appearance, this kind of person was bound to die sooner or later.

Seeing that the situation had calmed down, Dwight pulled Daryl away and left. The factory returned to its previous state. Lena stood there blankly. The original scorekeeper had been taken to the infirmary, and the new scorekeeper gave Lena a score of -10.

Because she caused trouble.

FU%CK!

Lina was about to lose it, but there was nothing she could do. Thinking of Daryl, who had just been beaten up, Lina went back to her bed with a sour face. "Go to sleep. I won't be hungry when I'm asleep."

Not only could she not sleep, but before she could lie down for a while, it was time for her afternoon work. Lina was called to the door again, where the unloaded goods were taken to the warehouse.

Correction: They used to take it to the warehouse, now Lina carries it to the warehouse.

They said Lina didn't deserve to use the cart.

Lina didn't care at first, since she wasn't afraid of putting in physical effort, but now that she's starving, where would she get the strength?

Lina was so angry she wanted to beat them up, but then she thought of Daryl, so she could only hold her nose and slowly move the bag back and forth.

If she could vent her anger by cursing before, she doesn't even have the energy to curse anymore; she's just too tired.

"Hey! Freak!" With a flippant whistle, Lina saw someone she didn't want to see: Shaun the dog.

He looked completely different from his previous disheveled state; his face had been treated well, and he was quite clean and tidy. He was holding an apple in his hand, tossing it back and forth, and leaning lazily against the wall, looking at Lina with ill intent—no, with schadenfreude.

Lina glanced at him expressionlessly. "You bastard."

“Hey! Man, give me a few minutes.” Sean ignored Lina’s coldness and spoke to the Salvation Army overseeing the work.

“She’s one of Negan’s people,” the overseer cautioned.

“I know, I know, I didn’t plan to do anything,” Sean pointed to his face. “She’s done this to me, you have to let me get revenge, right? Don’t worry, I won’t let Negan find out.” Sean quickly pulled a package from his pocket and stuffed it into the foreman’s hand.

The foreman took it and immediately stuffed it into his pocket. "We can't let anyone see it, and we have to shut her up."

Lina was traded right there in front of everyone. She gritted her teeth in anger, thinking, "Things change every thirty years, never underestimate a young man's potential!"