The soldiers patrolling on the ten-meter-high wall were filled with admiration when they saw a thin female teacher arriving at the base with more than twenty children aged eighteen or nineteen.
This is really not something that everyone can do.
After all, there are not only zombies along the way, but also mutated animals and plants.
A soldier holding a weapon asked curiously, "She's a female teacher, and she doesn't look like she has any skills. How could she have brought so many students to our base safely?"
Others shook their heads.
The students were all relatively young, even the boys didn't look very tall, about 1.75 meters tall, and they all looked exhausted from starvation.
One soldier said, "They probably aren't superpowered. They look like ordinary people."
Another soldier, "He really does look like an ordinary person."
"The other survivors standing in line below, some look very aggressive, some look very strong, and some obviously have special abilities. They are completely out of place with this group of skinny children with clear eyes."
"It's not easy for them to get here safely."
Under the wall.
"Get up quickly, don't lie on the ground."
The female teacher bent down to pull the boys, but she couldn't.
The boys were exhausted and didn't even have the strength to move a finger, but they were still laughing happily.
They kept their promise and really brought the girl and the teacher to the Firelight Base.
"Teacher, let them lie down for a while."
The girls took the backpacks off the boys so that they wouldn't be pressed down and could feel more relaxed.
A boy smiled at the girl, showing his canine teeth. "Look, squad leader, we've really reached the base, and no one has died."
The female monitor smiled and nodded.
Along the way, the boys helped them carry their backpacks and took good care of them.
"You guys stink too much!"
"That's right! It stinks."
"What's that on your clothes? It stinks."
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Several survivors pinched their noses and looked up and down at the female teacher and the others, taking several steps away from them.
The others were also smelled, but not as obviously as these few people, but they still took a step back.
The female teacher looked bewildered and embarrassed, and immediately explained, "What's in our bodies is zombie blood, not something unclean."
"On the way here, I found that if we smeared zombie blood on our clothes, the zombies wouldn't come near us. We smeared it on our clothes to survive."
The others were surprised when they heard this, "Is this true?"
"Really? After we listened to the teacher and smeared the zombie blood, the zombies walked past us without even sniffing us."
The boys hurriedly sat up, patted their chests and supported the teacher.
It's okay for boys to be called bad names, but it would definitely be embarrassing for girls to be said like that.
Indeed, the girls had already hidden behind the female teacher and the class monitor, pursed their lips and lowered their heads, not daring to look at the other survivors.
"I'm sorry! We didn't mean anything else just now."
"Yes, yes, that's right. I don't mean anything else. It's just that the smell is a bit pungent and I can't stop myself from eating it."
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The survivors who said it was smelly apologized embarrassedly.
Someone gave the female teacher a thumbs-up and said, "Your method is really good. No wonder you were able to bring the children to the base safely."
"Yes, yes, you are a capable person. We didn't even notice this."
"Well, you guys line up first and enter the base. We'll make room for you."
"Let me let you let ...
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Everyone gave up their seats. It was really too smelly. They didn't dare to stand in line with the female teachers.
The people in the queue at the front had some objections at first, but as soon as the female teacher and her friends approached, they held their breath and quickly gave up their seats.
The female teacher held the girls' hands and walked forward awkwardly with a blushing face, nodding and thanking them frequently.
The girls followed the female teacher closely, not daring to raise their heads.
The boys walked with their heads held high, carrying their backpacks. They had cut in line with their own ability, so why should they bow their heads?
"Wow, teacher, there's a supermarket inside the base. It's so tall and big."
A boy patted the female teacher's arm, making her look up excitedly.
"What supermarket?"
The female teacher suspected that she was so hungry that she didn't know how she could hear the word "supermarket".
"Oh my god, teacher, it really is a supermarket."
Another boy shouted.
The female teacher's body was already shaking in place, her pupils dilated.
It really was a supermarket. She saw it as soon as she looked up. It was right in front of the main gate of the base. It was as big as a department store, with white lights on on every floor, brightly lit.
"Teacher, I, I, I, I also saw the supermarket."
The girls stuttered, as if they thought they were hallucinating.
"Son, son, there really is a supermarket."
Near the female teacher and the others, a woman at the front of the line slapped her son's arm.
Her son was in pain and was about to say how could there be a supermarket in this apocalypse, but when he looked up, he blurted out, "Holy shit! It really is a supermarket."
"What, there's a supermarket? Where?"
The survivors who were also queuing at the back immediately looked up.
Their eyes widened at the sight, "Oh my god! It really is a supermarket!"
They were tired after the journey, and they just lined up numbly and followed the people in front of them slowly. No one looked up and did not look inside the base, so they did not realize that there was a supermarket in the base.
"What are those people in front arguing about?"
The survivors queuing up in the back grumbled.
Someone with good hearing said, "It seemed to say something about a supermarket."
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