"Damn it! Four days! Four whole days! Let's not even think about finding our target! Now we're stuck in this damn place with no way out! I really believed you! You said the unusual activity of zombies and mutants was good for us, and I actually fucking believed you! What an idiot I am!"
Inside a partially collapsed kindergarten building, the three directors of Blackthorn hid in a room that was supposed to be a classroom. The most burly of the directors seemed to be going crazy, constantly complaining and pacing back and forth anxiously.
The handsome director gave him a cold look and said, "Your brain has never been very good. I thought you knew this a long time ago. The situation has changed beyond our expectations. The number and activity of zombies and mutants are constantly increasing, which has caused our initial plan to fail.
While such changes are difficult to accept, they are understandable. Living in this wasteland isn't often about choosing the best of two good options. It's about choosing the less bad of two bad options. Don't you understand this?
Instead of wasting energy on meaningless complaints, what we should really do is calm down and think carefully about what we should do next. Complaining will not resolve the conflict. On the contrary, wanton venting of emotions will only intensify the conflict and make an already bad situation worse.
The director, who had always been silent and had almost no presence among the three, suddenly spoke up, "I think so too. The previous plan was jointly approved by the three of us, and none of us raised any objections. Therefore, we should all be held responsible for its failure. Instead of blaming each other first after the plan went wrong."
Although this director rarely spoke, his position among the three directors seemed to be the highest.
The burly director instinctively wanted to refute what the handsome director said after hearing it, but when the director with little presence expressed his opinion, the burly director immediately shut up.
After taking a few deep breaths, the burly director gritted his teeth and said, "What should we do now? We've run out of the wheat cakes we brought! Although our strong physiques allow us to endure hunger better than ordinary people, this endurance has its limits!
If we can't get enough food to replenish our energy for more than five days, we'll starve to death! The zombie and mutant riots show no sign of ending anytime soon. Are we just going to wait here to die?"
The handsome man narrowed his eyes and said, "The situation shouldn't be that bad! In the past few days, there have been occasional level 3 zombies and mutant creatures passing by. But those level 3 creatures all head straight for the core area of Qin Island.
As for the Level 1 and Level 2 entities, they're merely maintaining abnormal activity, with no intention of moving towards the core area. However, I haven't seen any Level 3 entities appear all day today. Do you understand what this means?"
The burly director said in frustration, "I don't understand shit! You've already told me my brain isn't working very well! What am I supposed to understand? Just tell me what you think! I can't think things through clearly even when I'm calm, let alone now!"
The handsome man took a deep breath and said solemnly, "This means that at least the Level 3 beings active on the edge of the core area should have been summoned to the core area! The distribution of zombies and mutants is based on the city's core area. The farther away from the core area, the fewer powerful zombies or mutants there are!
In the fringe areas of this core zone, Level 3 beings were supposed to be the strongest. It was impossible for a Level 4 being to come to the edge and claim the throne. While that roar might have stimulated all zombies and mutants, it clearly only served to summon and guide beings above Level 3.
By now, the Level 3 entities active in the peripheral areas have been essentially summoned. Those powerful zombies and mutants already in the core area must have already gathered around the powerful entity that roared. The purpose of the summons has been achieved, and the resulting impact, theoretically, should naturally subside.
The burly director looked suspicious and asked, "Really? Are you sure? Are you saying that the situation won't get worse? That we can definitely get back to camp before we starve to death?"
The handsome director narrowed his eyes and said, "I can't be sure, I can only say that the probability is very high. So there's no need to be too pessimistic. Adjust your mindset, reduce your energy consumption, and wait for the situation to change for the better."
The burly director frowned and said, "Are you still going to complete the task that Big Brother assigned to you? A few days ago, we were still able to try to go out and look around to see if there was any major movement, but since yesterday, we can't even go out.
"The people we're looking for are definitely hiding in their hiding places under these circumstances, right? If the situation really improves and we can leave, wouldn't their situation be similar? They probably won't be able to escape either, right?"
The handsome director did not reply, but turned to look at the most silent director.
The wheat cakes the three people brought were originally enough for three days.
However, after discovering that the situation had changed, the three of them took the initiative to adjust the distribution of food in a timely manner.
So the wheat cakes that were only enough to last for three days were eaten by the three of them for four days, and were only finished just now.
However, this distribution method cannot fill your stomach completely, it can only ensure that you will not feel hungry.
The inability to obtain food replenishment will inevitably affect their combat effectiveness.
The longer the time drags on, the more serious the impact on their combat effectiveness will be.
Once hunger causes them to be unable to exert more than 80% of their combat effectiveness, their physical condition will instantly deteriorate into a blood collapse!
The most silent director thought for a moment and then spoke, "Two days. Regardless of whether the situation changes or not, we will only wait two days. If these zombies and mutants are still so active the day after tomorrow, then no matter how dangerous it is, we must try to break through and return to the camp north the day after tomorrow!"
If the activity levels of zombies and mutants return to normal within these two days, we will try to find them. But this is limited to two days. By the day after tomorrow, whether we find our target or not, we must return to camp first!"
The handsome director and the burly director looked at each other, then nodded in unison and said, "Okay!"
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