After the zombie tiger was dealt with, the surroundings instantly quieted down, and Min Hui's team members and Song Ziming's group were finally able to get some rest.
"This is the first time I've felt so close to death."
"You can argue with that! I really couldn't take it if it happened again."
"Don't jinx it, kid. Where are all these zombie tigers coming from?"
"If there are no zombie tigers, there are zombie bears, zombie elephants, and zombie leopards. Who knows, one day, zombie sharks and zombie whales in the sea might even evolve to come ashore!"
The crowd fell silent at the joke, because in the post-apocalyptic world, there were so many strange and bizarre things that no one could guarantee that such a situation wouldn't actually happen.
The team member who said this chuckled dryly: "I was just kidding, ptooey, ptooey, bad luck begone, one day this apocalypse will bring light."
Song Ziying chuckled sheepishly as she munched on a large steamed bun: "If zombies on Earth continue to exist, we can go to outer space. Anyway, technological development hasn't regressed. Maybe one day spaceships will be created. And even if technology doesn't develop, if we humans keep evolving, we might evolve to the point where we can adapt to outer space."
Everyone laughed at her words, not because they were naive, but because they genuinely hoped that day would come.
"I hope I can really live to see the day when I can settle in outer space."
"Who knows, we might even see aliens with our own eyes!"
"It's possible that the current doomsday scenario on Earth is caused by a virus released by aliens."
There was another moment of silence, then the crowd attacked him: "Hey kid, why can't you say anything nice?"
"Didn't the experts say it was caused by a solar anomaly?"
The man muttered again, "You actually believe what the experts say?"
"If you don't want to eat, then don't. Even such delicious food can't shut you up."
As the laughter and chatter deepened, the night grew darker, and one by one, everyone gradually drifted off to sleep.
Min Hui went outside and looked at the moonlight. Ever since the apocalypse, the moon had been red. He wondered if he would ever see normal moonlight again in his lifetime.
Turning around, he found Song Xia standing behind him. The two did not speak, but silently looked up at each other.
After a long silence, Min Hui finally asked, "Are you really alright with the injuries that the zombie tiger sustained when it stepped on you during the day?"
Song Xia shook her head.
Min Hui then asked, "Is the power of maternal love always immense? I admire you greatly."
Song Xia met his gaze, and after a long while, she slowly said, "I...promised...to...protect...them."
"I don't know if the instruments at the White Tiger Base can detect your abnormality."
"I...I won't...go in."
Min Hui nodded: "Don't worry, I will keep a close eye on Zi'an's heart condition."
"Thanks……"
"You're welcome. You saved us too, didn't you?"
Just as Song Xia was about to go inside, Min Hui finally couldn't help but ask the question that had been bothering him: "Will they evolve into something like you?"
"No," Song Xia replied affirmatively.
Min Hui nodded knowingly. It seemed to make sense. Not all the survivors in the base could develop superpowers, so by the same logic, there should be differences among the zombies as well.
The next morning, after the sun came out, some of the snow melted.
"At this rate, spring will be here soon. Damn it, I've had enough of this gloomy and cold weather."
"But once the weather warms up, the supplies that haven't been found yet will spoil quickly."
"You never say a kind word."
The man shrank back: "But I was telling the truth."
Min Hui was in a good mood: "Don't be too pessimistic. When spring comes, the mutated animals should start to reproduce, and the plants will grow back. We shouldn't have to worry about food then."
The closer they got to the White Tiger Base, the more survivors and superhumans they encountered. Min Hui told the team to stop in a town 30 kilometers away from the base.
"Boss, it's not dark yet, why don't we just go in?"
“Song Xia and the others aren’t going to the base. We can just take Song Ziming, Song Ziqi, and Song Zian in.”
"Not going to the base?" The team members looked at Song Xia and the others in surprise and couldn't help but start to persuade them.
“Young lady, with your abilities, you can definitely secure a place in the base, and the children can receive education and care at any time.”
"Yes, young lady, although the forces in the base are complex and intertwined, they still treat those with strong abilities with great respect."
"Aren't you short of vegetables? As long as you use your abilities to ascend to the throne, you will receive a share every month."
Min Hui interrupted them, "Alright, there's no need to persuade them anymore. Not everyone likes the environment of the base. If Song Xia and the others want things from the base, they can exchange them for supplies at any time."
Since he said so, there was really no need for the others to persuade him any further. It was just a bit of a pity, though, as they were thinking of bragging to their acquaintances about how they had met a powerful expert once they entered the base!
Moreover, given Song's abilities, she might even be able to influence the base's overall structure.
But if they don't want to go, they can't force them. Just like the boss said, everyone has different ideas. The younger sister and her friends can indeed live well anywhere.
"Then let's rest for one night and go into the base tomorrow night."
The White Tiger Base is enormous, occupying almost half of the city of H in the previous life. Keep in mind that H City had over ten million permanent residents before the apocalypse, so you can imagine how large the urban area was. It must have been incredibly difficult to decide to enclose half of the city with sturdy walls.
So the city wall is still not finished, because there are few people with superpowers. Ordinary people have taken on the work of building the wall, which has also provided them with a guarantee of income.
After all, the base can't support idlers. If they don't go searching for supplies, they can only do the dirtiest and most tiring work.
The hired superhumans took on a protective role, regularly clearing out the zombies around the White Tiger base.
So the town they came to today is safe. It's just that it's close by, and the town's supplies have long been looted. There aren't even beds or chairs left, so everyone can only chop firewood and make a fire on the spot.
"Most of the trees have died. Will they be able to come back to life after winter?"
"It is said that fish roe lasts for a thousand years and grass seeds last for ten thousand. Even if plants are frozen to death, as long as spring comes, the seeds will sprout."
"Won't those newly sprouted plants mutate too? Like in that little game, where chili peppers breathe fire, potatoes explode, and peas shoot..."
"You little rascal... But if it turns into that, the plants should be attacking the zombies, right?"
"I'm actually quite looking forward to it, but what I'm imagining are apples the size of basketballs, grapes with seven colors, oranges that don't need peeling, and nuts without shells..."
"You're dreaming, aren't you?"
The children listened with longing in their eyes, their little faces cupped in their hands as they listened intently.
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