The night was as dark as ink, and a drizzle was falling. At this time, most people in the base had already rested.
There are not many entertainment activities in the apocalypse, so going to bed early is the best choice.
At this moment, the lights in the hospital corridor suddenly dimmed a little, barely providing illumination.
But few of the survivors sitting in the corridor fell asleep.
My stomach was rumbling, but I had no money or food.
They often went hungry while fleeing, but it had never been as unbearable as it was at this moment.
They knew clearly on the road that even if they took action, the probability of finding food was slim, but now it has changed.
Taking action has a high probability of obtaining food.
"How about we think of a solution?"
A weak female voice sounded slowly. Her round almond-shaped eyes scanned the surroundings carefully, and while speaking, she kept observing the expressions of the people around her.
She was really hungry.
The food in the bag of the man who just passed by seemed to have cast a spell on her. Whenever she closed her eyes, those things would appear in her mind.
She couldn't sleep at all.
She also knew that everyone here was hungry and had little money sitting in the corridor. Since everyone was waiting, she might as well say it first.
There is strength in numbers. If we all think of a way, maybe we can get some food.
Most people in the corridor did not rush to respond when they heard the woman's words, but instead looked around at the reactions of the people around them.
About half a minute later, a rough male voice sounded.
"Think of a solution? What solution?"
The man who was speaking was probably in his forties. Time had left obvious marks on his body, including a scar running through his left eye. He looked very tough.
He sat opposite the woman. When the woman heard him speak first, there was a hint of surprise and fear in her eyes.
But perhaps she was really hungry, even though the other party just asked her a question, the woman still decided to say what was in her mind directly.
The worst that can happen is death.
Given the situation outside, if you go out and can't find food, you will die, and there's also the risk of encountering zombies.
It’s better to try here, there is still some hope.
"To find something to eat, of course." The woman made up her mind, her eyes showing a bit more tenacity.
As soon as these words were spoken, the man who had just spoken immediately responded.
"What are your plans?"
The woman shook her head. "Not yet, but there are many of us. If we think about it together, there must be a way out. It's better than sitting here and waiting to die."
She had no ideas for the time being, but she could bring up the topic first so that everyone could discuss it together, as there was strength in numbers.
"The boss of that base is very powerful. I saw her kill a second-level mutant with my own eyes the other day. With our strength, it's definitely impossible to rob her by force."
With the woman's start, the other silent survivors also joined in the communication.
"Yeah, we can't just rob people, so how are we going to get food? The boss said he only provides us with free treatment. We have to pay for food and housing, and we don't have any money."
"This is difficult. We can't just rob..."
Everyone fell into deep thought.
"I have an idea!"
The person who spoke was a young man who looked to be in his twenties. He was one of the better people in the group.
Although his clothes were worn out, they were clean. His face was shaved cleanly, and if you looked closely, he looked very fair.
"What's your idea? Tell me now."
The man with the scar was a man of few patience. When he heard that this man had some idea, he immediately turned his head to look over.
The people around me all looked at me the same way.
The young man was not at all panicked despite being stared at by everyone. A confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"The fact that this boss treated us for free shows that she's a kindhearted boss. Furthermore, after the treatment, we stayed in the corridor to avoid the rain overnight, and she acquiesced to our permission, which further proves her point."
"So, why don't we go and beg her to give us some food, or even take us in? There are so many supplies here, it wouldn't hurt to share some with us."
The young man spoke at a steady pace, his words revealing his confidence that he was determined to win.
"Will this work?" The scarred man frowned and questioned.
Do you want to ask for it openly in front of others?
The apocalypse has been going on for ten years. How could there be such a kind-hearted boss?
Perhaps she had her own considerations in providing them with free treatment.
"How do you know if you don't try? What if it works?"
The young man was dissatisfied with the scarred man's questioning and spoke in a somewhat unhappy tone.
I couldn't think of any solution myself and still questioned him.
If you can do it and have the ability, then go by yourself and we can discuss what to do together.
But the young man didn't know the scar man's specific strength, so he didn't dare to speak his mind directly.
I could only continue to speak: "This boss is not very old, and she is a woman. Women are the most likely to be soft-hearted. When the time comes, we will beg her together and act miserable. I don't believe she won't be soft-hearted."
"Everyone, please don't be embarrassed and get some food first."
Everyone was moved by the young man's words.
After quietly discussing it with the people around them, they all nodded in agreement.
"Okay, we'll act according to your mood then."
"Well, no matter what, it won't be worse than the current situation."
"I'll do as you say."
"Yeah, I'll listen to you too."
Everyone expressed their opinions.
The young man was very satisfied when he saw this.
He called everyone over and began to tell them about his plans for tomorrow.
It was already late at night when we finished discussing the specific plan.
This time, perhaps because everyone had hope, they stopped being stiff and closed their eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
The next day.
It is still raining outside today and the temperature is colder than the previous few days.
As the hospital door opened, the cold wind made the survivors sitting in the corridor to rest shiver.
"Fuck, it's cold!"
Some people were woken up by the cold and couldn't help but make loud noises.
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