Outside the safe house.
"Okay, please save us!"
"Let us go in too!"
"Please!"
The survivors lay on the outer fortifications, waving at Tang Jun and others, pleading.
In this darkness full of despair, they have regarded Tang Jun and others as their hope.
"Let's go, we can't save you, before the zombies find you."
Tang Jun shook his head and said stiffly to the survivors.
"Why?!"
"Why are you so cruel?!"
"Let us in quickly!"
Hearing Tang Jun's words, the survivors suddenly became a little excited, subconsciously raised their voices, and asked questions loudly.
"How about I go up and ask Feng Shuai for instructions?"
Wu Jun hesitated, looked at Tang Jun and asked.
"Do you think it's useful?"
"Or if I ask you this, do you think Feng Shuai doesn't know the situation here?"
Tang Jun looked at Wu Jun and asked in a deep voice.
Hearing Tang Jun's words, Wu Jun was suddenly stunned and understood something instantly.
"Okay, I'll leave this to you. I'll go to the rooftop to see if there is any problem with the searchlight equipment."
Tang Jun hesitated for a moment, left a word, turned around and walked inside.
He couldn't stand it anymore.
In the past, he would have been the first to rush into something like this, but in the apocalypse, the old rules no longer work.
After returning from the space station, Duan Mufeng ordered Tang Jun to install searchlights on the rooftop in case of emergency.
He said he was going to check the equipment, which was actually just an excuse.
As Tang Jun left, Wu Jun could only face all this alone, but in front of the military order, he had no choice but to ignore it.
Hearing Wu Jun's refusal again, the survivors outside suddenly became excited and shouted that they were about to break through the fortifications and force their way in.
"stop!"
"If anyone dares to take another step forward, we will shoot!"
Wu Jun frowned and shouted sharply.
Following the order, the team members reluctantly picked up their guns and pointed them at the survivors outside, with struggles on their faces.
Shooting at civilians was something they had never thought of!
Seeing the wounds pointing at themselves, the survivors calmed down and looked at Wu Jun again with eyes filled with resentment.
"Let's go quickly. If you don't go, it will be too late!"
Wu Jun also hardened his heart, waved his hand, and said in a deep voice.
He saw the hatred on those people's faces, and suddenly felt that his sympathy just now became very ridiculous.
"Zombies are coming, go away!"
At this moment, someone in the crowd seemed to have noticed something moving in the darkness nearby. He hurriedly said hello and fled quickly.
The survivors were startled and hurriedly turned around and fled into the darkness. Some even spat at the safe house before leaving.
Looking at this scene, Wu Jun smiled bitterly and shook his head, suddenly realizing that maybe Feng Shuai's indifference was right.
Sometimes people are scarier than zombies.
This is not the last wave of survivors who come to seek shelter. From then on, there will always be survivors who follow the light to find the safe house and ask for help when the mutants and mutant beasts are in a semi-sleep state, but they all fail. Being turned away.
Over time, the safe house seemed to have gradually become the most resentful place for all the survivors in the city, and the people inside were also regarded as their enemies.
…
Three days later.
"Dong dong dong..."
Duan Mufeng was sitting on the sofa looking at a report on the renovation of fortifications sent by Tang Jun, when suddenly there was a knock on the door.
"Enter."
Duanmu Feng hesitated for a moment, closed the report, and said in a deep voice.
The door opened and Wu Jun slowly walked into the room.
"What's up?"
Looking at Wu Jun, who looked a little solemn, Duanmu Feng asked lightly.
"Feng Shuai, there are many survivors who have found safe houses in the past few days..."
"The number of attacks by mutants and mutant beasts has decreased. Can the first-level alert be lifted?"
Wu Jun hesitated and said slowly, the logic of his words did not make sense.
"That's not what you care about. If you have anything to say, just say it. Don't hesitate!"
Duan Mufeng glanced at Wu Jun and said in a deep voice.
"Now that it doesn't seem that dangerous outside, should we think of some way to resettle those survivors?"
"Oh, it's okay not to let them in. Is there any other way?"
Wu Jun hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but speak out.
Although the attitude of the survivors towards him that day chilled him, he also felt that his own sympathy was a bit ridiculous.
But after all, he was a warrior who put rescue first, and the words "saving the people" have been engraved in his bones.
"One of you, do you think I am a stone-hearted person?"
Duanmu Feng was silent for a moment and asked lightly.
"No!"
Wu Jun hurriedly shook his head and said affirmatively.
"Okay, then just pretend it doesn't happen."
"Those survivors are indeed desperate and live in fear all day long. In this endless darkness, they don't even know how many days they can survive."
"But have you ever thought about how long you can help them even if you save them? Do you still have to give them food and drink? Do you have to give them a few sets of clothes and bedding when it gets cold?"
"Do you know how long it will take for the apocalypse to end? What if it doesn't end? Let alone reagents. Our supplies seem to fill the entire underground warehouse, but they will be used up one day. What will we do then?"
"Also, do you know how many people there are in the whole city of Hubei? Millions! Who knows how many people survived? You saved a group of people, and the rest come to you. What will you do?"
Duan Mufeng looked at Wu Jun and asked expressionlessly.
Facing a series of questions from Duan Mufeng, Wu Jun suddenly became speechless and couldn't answer a word.
He admitted that he had oversimplified the problem, even a little foolishly.
"Also, you just mentioned that the level one alert state has been lifted. Do you think the crisis has really been lifted?"
"That's just because zombies are afraid of fire and have no vision in the dark, but that doesn't mean they have given up attacking safe houses. There are millions of people in Hubei City, except for those survivors who are begging you to take them in. Or, the rest are all zombies!"
"If we are not careful, our safe house will fall apart in an instant!"
Duan Mufeng looked at Wu Jun who was full of self-blame and said word by word.
"I'm sorry, Feng Shuai, I was wrong."
Wu Jun lowered his head in shame and fell into deep self-blame.
"I don't blame you, and I can't blame you, because the apocalypse you have seen is just the tip of the iceberg."
"If there is no doubt, just do whatever you have to do. We also have to save ourselves, not just them."
Duanmu Feng waved his hand and said lightly.
Wu Jun said nothing more, nodded respectfully, turned and left the room.
Duan Mufeng shook his head helplessly, stood up, came to the window, and lit a cigarette.
He indeed did not blame Wu Jun, because in his previous life, he also had good intentions and always wanted to help other survivors, although he was not as strong at first as he later was.
However, his sympathy and kindness were rewarded with ruthless beatings and abandonment by fellow survivors, just because of a piece of bread that had been moldy for who knows how long.
In the last days, the most dangerous people are sometimes the people around you!
Those past events feel ridiculous now when I think about them.
Looking at the still boundless darkness outside, he frowned slightly.
He had an ominous premonition that something would happen soon.
The mutant's sudden silence made him a little puzzled. He always felt that it was the calm before the storm.
The early appearance of level three mutants also made him feel more and more that the end of this life seemed to have changed.
...
Another day later.
Another group of survivors came outside the safe house, clamoring to enter the safe house. After receiving the news, Tang Jun immediately led people out.
But when he saw the dense crowd outside the outer fortifications, he couldn't help but frown.
The survivors who came this time were obviously several times as many as those who came before!
"We can't help you, please leave!"
Tang Jun waved his hand and said loudly.
"We want to see your leader! Let him come out to see us!"
"Let him come out to see us quickly!"
"If he doesn't come out, we'll rush in!"
"If you dare, shoot!"
However, in the face of Tang Jun's scolding, the survivors outside turned a blind eye and spoke in unison, like a protest march.
Seeing this scene, Tang Jun frowned even more tightly. His intuition told him that these people seemed to have an organizer this time, otherwise it would be impossible for them to have the same speaking skills...
