Base 3, Level 5.

bathroom.

"Master, we have already cleaned several times today, why do we need to clean again?"

"Do you have any say in the arrangements made by the people above? Hurry up and get back carefully."

"Yes." The young man followed the leader into the bathroom carrying a toolbox.

As soon as he entered, he felt something was wrong.

There was a slight smell of blood in the air.

"Master, do you smell anything?"

"A toilet smells like a toilet. What other smell do you want?" The old master turned on the faucet of the mop washing pool.

The sound of flowing water echoed throughout the bathroom.

The young man obediently walked to one side with his master and opened the door of the toilet cubicle.

Clean up one room at a time.

"Master, have you heard about the big event at the base?"

"Don't talk nonsense about what's going on here. Just shut up and do your work."

"Oh." The young man opened a door in front of him and kept silent while working.

At this moment, he opened a door in front of him, and as soon as he opened it, he stood there with a frown on his brow.

These noble managements.

How can you be so uncultured!

It is unjust not to flush your shit!

It's still scattering.

A small step forward is a big step for civilization, and a small step back will keep your feet from getting wet. Don’t you know this truth?

The scene is so exaggerated that it won’t be good for you!

How can there be such a person!

"Master, these fifth-level executives are such uncultured beasts!" He was so angry that he went to complain to his master.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the door of the compartment his master was going to enter open behind him.

A tall figure appeared in front of him.

Before the person came out, the silver-shining administrator logo on the chest caught his eye first.

The young man was confused at first.

It's over.

He is in trouble.

The manager heard it.

If he dares to insult the manager, he is dead.

His master also realized the seriousness of the situation and hurriedly said, "Mr. Manager, we, we didn't say...ah!"

The skinny old master was thrown to the ground, and the burly figure of the first-floor manager pressed on him, roaring like a wild dog.

The old teacher stretched out his hand to stop him.

His index finger, middle finger and ring finger were immediately bitten off by the manager.

"ah--"

The old teacher felt the pain and forcefully pulled his hand out from the manager's clutches.

Three fingers, the ring finger and the middle finger were all broken, and only one bone of the index finger was pulled out.

The meat on top was also scraped off.

The white bones can be clearly seen through the bloody fingers.

"ah--"

The old teacher felt great pain and screamed. The next second, his vocal cords were bitten off.

The manager's sharp teeth tore into his body in big bites.

In a few seconds, his whole body was covered in blood.

The old master was completely unable to make any sound in the pool of blood, and only the trembling of pure biological reaction remained.

The young boy in the bathroom was so frightened when he saw this scene that he fell to the ground.

Amidst the spurt of what he had just complained about, he looked at the scene in front of him in extreme horror.

Until the manager raised his head.

Revealing a pair of cloudy gray zombie eyes.

"roar--"

It flung its gills open and rushed in.

The young man finally thought of running away.

He pushed open the bathroom stall door in front of him.

“Bang!”

The zombie manager pressed one hand firmly on the door.

“Bang, bang, bang!”

It banged hard against the door of the bathroom stall in front of it.

The door was banged loudly.

The young man was so frightened that his whole body couldn't help shaking with fear, and he screamed as he looked at the toilet cubicle door in front of him that was slightly opened.

Seeing that the zombies outside were about to break down his door, he grabbed the mop he had brought in.

One end of the mop was propped against the back wall and the other end was propped against the door.

After seeing that he had a second to balance, he immediately stepped onto the toilet tank and climbed up using his hands and feet.

Just as he reached the top of the partition above, the door of the bathroom behind him was slammed open with a loud bang.

The manager who had turned into a zombie howled at the young man above his head, stretched out his hardened claws, and grabbed at his swinging thigh.

At this critical moment, he climbed to the top by stepping on the smooth partition board.

At this moment, he saw his old teacher lying in a pool of blood outside the cubicle.

The master, whose body was covered in blood after being bitten, was shaking on the ground.

One, two, three times.

He was shaking more and more.

Getting bigger and bigger.

Finally——

“Uh ah—”

He fell to the ground and opened a pair of gray and white zombie eyes.

“Master——!”

At this time.

First floor of Base No. 3.

Song Xiaolong and Song Xue, father and son, finished their first full meal since the end of the world given by Han Qingxia and returned to their dormitory.

The dormitory here is for eight people.

But it is still divided into male and female.

All the men live together, and all the women live together.

Of course, this will separate a large number of couples and families.

It's not so bad for couples like Song Xiaolong and Song Xue, where only father and son are left.

They can live together.

Many of the workers who shared the dormitory with them were separated from their wives, daughters, and mothers.

Fortunately, people at the bottom may scheme against each other but they will also tolerate each other.

When it’s time to eat, everyone will go across districts to find their relatives to eat with.

At this moment in their dormitory, only one worker brought his wife to have dinner.

The remaining workers took the food to their wives and daughters to eat.

The worker saw them coming back and said, "You guys are back. Did you miss out on food? I saw the manager took your food away."

He said quietly while looking outside and carefully beckoned them over, "Come here, I still have some left for your little dragon."

Everyone had a share of the food that Song Xiaolong found today.

Song Xue saw that his co-worker had left a piece of spareribs and waved his hand, "We've eaten it."

"Come on, that bastard Wang Dahai stole all your stuff. What are you eating? Come and eat something."

"Uncle Dong, that's really not necessary. We're full." Song Xiaolong waved his hands and looked at his father.

The two made eye contact.

Everyone thinks Dong Nan is good.

It can be developed.

As they were about to approach him and have a conversation with him, they heard a cry of pain coming from the opposite side of him.

"Honey, my stomach hurts."

"Why do you have a stomachache?" Dong Nan looked at his wife worriedly, "Wife, did you eat too fast?"

"I don't know." She began to curl up in pain, "My stomach hurts so much."

"You should take a rest, or you may have been too tired from working these days." Dong Nan put away the small table on the bed and hid all the remaining things, leaving the bed empty for her to rest.

Song Xiaolong and Song Xue looked at each other and left the place tacitly, giving the couple some space to be alone. "You two take a rest first, we'll go out for a walk."

Dong Nan looked at them gratefully.