Apocalypse Rebirth: 3000 million won at the beginning

The misty sea fog took shape, mixing and intertwining with the rain, creating a dreamlike scene under the dim yellow streetlights of the residential area.

There were very few pedestrians on the road, and the lights of the residential area in the distance were bright.

The shoes crunched and groaned as they stepped into the rain.

Tian Fang, carrying a backpack and without an umbrella, walked towards Building B-45 in the eastern residential area.

The rain was so cold that it soaked him completely, and his breath formed visible mist.

He was wearing headphones, with "After This Rain" playing in them, and he felt inexplicably peaceful.

This peace carries a touch of sadness, yet also a subtle sense of joy.

This feeling made him feel very comfortable and especially peaceful.

Arriving at the third floor of Building 45, I pushed open the door to room 305.

His roommate greeted him when he saw him.

"Tian Fang, why are you only getting back now? Didn't you leave work early this morning?"

Tian Fang took off his headphones and placed his backpack beside the bed. "What did you say?"

My roommate repeated it helplessly.

Tian Fang walked over to the cupboard, took out his clean clothes, and answered:

"I went to the commercial area first."

He looked at his three roommates in the room and asked in confusion:
"Where are Zhao Bao and Mai Dong?"

One of the young men, lying in bed with a book in his hand, answered:

"They haven't come back yet; it seems their construction department hasn't had a break."

"Huh?" the slightly chubby man who had been chatting with Tian Fang from the beginning exclaimed.
"The sea fog has come, and it's raining too. How can we continue working on the construction site? This construction company doesn't treat people like human beings!"

Another bespectacled man sleeping on the lower bunk, who was drinking water, put down his cup:

"No way, Zhao Bao and Mai Dong are interior installers. The exterior construction stopped a long time ago. Liu Suning from next door just came back."

"I see." The slightly overweight man nodded to the young man reading the book.

The people in this room mostly work within the official system of Dazhangshu and have relatively stable jobs.

For example, Tian Fang works at the plantation outside City 1. He is a junior agronomist and only has a level 5 rating in the camphor tree level system.

But a junior agronomist

The sea fog has arrived, but those who do basic work still go to get off work and leave work as usual.

Tian Fang goes to get off work and leaves work at the normal hours and works normally in the greenhouse.

The agriculture, industry, and commerce of Dazhangshu will continue to operate normally.

Tian Fang carried soap, a toothbrush, and other items, along with his dry clothes wrapped in a bag.
Are you going to take a shower?

"We're not going, we've already showered," the slightly overweight man replied.

Tian Fang, wearing slippers and carrying some things, walked out the door.

As soon as he stepped outside, a cold, damp breeze hit him, making his toes ache.
call--

Tian Fang shrank back, clutching the clothes and washbasin in his hands, and quickly ran downstairs.

While their housing in Zone B is not as good as Grade A housing, it is much better than Grade C housing.

at least
They don't need to leave the building to take a shower.

In Class A housing, each room generally has a private bathroom with hot water, and guests can also take a shower in the bathroom.

Grade B housing has a public restroom at the end of each floor, but the shower room is only available on the ground floor.

Class C housing also has a public restroom at the end of each floor, but you have to go outside the building to take a shower. On average, there are only one large shower room available for every five buildings.

For people living in Class C housing, taking a shower is a rather troublesome thing.

Tian Fang arrived on the first floor. There was no queue in front of him. He put his clothes on the cabinet outside, then took off his clothes, carried a washbasin, and went inside.

The bathroom was steamy and very warm.

Tian Fang, wearing slippers, found an empty showerhead and quickly swiped his card.

When the scalding hot water poured over him from head to toe, the warmth spread from his head to his feet.

He couldn't help but shudder.

I felt much better.

After a quick five-minute shower, I felt much more refreshed.

He changed into clean clothes, wrung out the clothes he had just washed, and stood in the isolation room using a hairdryer to dry his hair.

He glanced at his points when he swiped his card.

He still has over 400 points left, which is considered a relatively large amount of savings among residents of his level.

He is a very indifferent person with very few emotional fluctuations.

In the first eight years of the apocalypse, although survival was difficult, at least we were able to survive.

After eight years of wandering, I finally joined the headquarters base in Dazhangshu two years ago.

After joining the headquarters in Dazhangshu, he did many jobs.

From working as a shop assistant in a private store in the commercial district to joining a scavenger team as a temporary worker.

After many twists and turns, the plantation outside the city was finally completed. He was also lucky, as his previous job allowed him to find a job as a planter in the greenhouse.

After working for ten months, he was finally promoted from the lowest-level technician to a junior agronomist, and his salary doubled.

Before becoming a junior agronomist, he never had more than 50 points on his points card.

But in just four months as a junior agronomist, his points on his points card skyrocketed.

With stable jobs and the recent large-scale construction phase in Zhangshu, the working hours of all workers in the system have increased from eight hours to twelve hours, with two shifts.

At the same time, wages also doubled again.

He is a junior agronomist, and now he can earn 5 points a day.

He was single, and apart from housing and food, he had almost no expenses.

He deposited all his salary into his points card.

As long as the big camphor tree doesn't collapse, the points in his points card will always provide him with confidence.

Even if he doesn't work for a year, he can live off his savings for that entire year.

Go back to dorms.

He first wrung out the clothes in his hands and hung them on the rack next to the bed to dry.

Although there are clotheslines in the stairwell, it's raining outside now, so clothes don't dry easily in the stairwell.

After hanging the clothes out to dry, he sat cross-legged on the bed and took out the corn tortillas he had bought from his backpack.

I poured myself a cup of hot water and sipped the bread with it.

Although he had accumulated more points, he still lived an extremely simple life.

For him, nothing brings more joy than having a satisfactory number of points in his hands.

He was like a miser, diligently accumulating points and living a frugal life.

This simple and monotonous work life gave him a strange sense of security.

"Tian Fang, come play cards!" the slightly overweight man called out to him.

Tian Fang waved his hand and pointed to the young man reading on the upper bunk:

"You should let the bookworms come along too."

"I have to go back to work in a few hours, so I need to catch up on my sleep."

Seeing this, the slightly overweight young man stopped calling him.

Those of them who work in the Dazhangshu system can all ask for leave, but Tian Fang never asks for leave.

Tian Fang was unwilling to take a day off because it would result in a deduction of his wages. He put his backpack back under the bed, swept up the corn crumbs on the table, and snuggled into his warm bed.

It was pouring rain outside, and some rainwater even splashed onto the windowpane.

The sound of my roommates playing cards inside the room was like a lullaby.

His body grew warmer and warmer, and he gradually drifted off to sleep.

The reason why the residents of the Big Camphor Tree Base can still eat, bathe, sleep, shop, and get massages peacefully, even under the threat of sea fog, torrential rain, and zombie hordes that could flood the city at any time, is because...
It's because many people are bearing the burden for them.

Fortress No. 6.

Bai Wenyang never saw the zombie horde arrive.

This feeling of unease was like waiting for a knife to fall from above their heads.

After a year of settling in the ocean, almost all the zombies that had been submerged for so long had mutated.

Some zombies even underwent terrifying combined mutations, forming a completely new species.

The judges encountered a giant squid zombie six months ago, but after so much time, they didn't know if an even more powerful zombie sea monster had appeared.

The judges had almost died in a plane crash in the Philippine sea fog, so they didn't venture into the fog to investigate afterward.

The waters off Palau, in particular, have the highest concentration of dimethyl dimethyl (DI), making them the most likely place for zombie mutations to occur.

It's fair to say that the higher-ups at the Great Camphor Tree have no idea what kind of zombies or zombie sea monsters might be lurking in the sea fog.

Bai Wenyang was even more uncertain.

He raised his hand and glanced at the time on his watch.

Four and a half hours had passed since the sea fog reached their Fort Six.

However, neither sonar detectors nor infrared thermal imaging detected any trace of zombies.

Extremely weird.

Feeling uncertain, he paced back and forth in the corridor of Fortress Six.

Bai Wenyang once again used the walkie-talkie to contact Song Zhi, the person in charge of Fortress No. 4:
"Xiao Song, have you found any zombies at Fortress 4?"

"No, Captain."

Immediately afterwards, Bai Wenyang asked Cui Mingbai of Fortress No. 5 and received the same result.

The twelve fortresses of the Great Camphor Tree housed a total of 1200 combatants.

Among them are 800 members of the militia brigade, and the rest are level 4 reserve militia members.

One militia brigade was responsible for three fortresses.

For example, Bai Wenyang, the captain of the militia brigade, is responsible for the three city fortresses numbered 4, 5, and 6.

Bai Wenyang personally oversaw Fortress No. 6, while assigning his two squad leaders to each be responsible for the other two fortresses.

The twelve defensive fortresses were all under the command of Yi Jing, the captain of the Second Combat Battalion.

The city fortress is important, but the area covered by the camphor tree is simply too large.

The main city also needs to be protected, as well as three plantations outside the city and places for maintaining order inside the city.

Even though the headquarters base in Dazhangshu already has tens of thousands of people, including reserve members, the allocation of manpower still needs to be carefully calculated when they are scattered in various places.

Unable to contain himself any longer at Fortress No. 6, Bai Wenyang planned to inspect the other two defensive fortresses.

Go and check it yourself to see if there are any problems.

Bai Wenyang, after putting down his walkie-talkie, took two of his men to the elevator in the center of the fortress and quickly descended from the top to the B3 level.

Level B is twelve meters underground, where the temperature is much warmer than above, and there is no wind.

The B3 level stores a large amount of weapons and ammunition, with boxes of tungsten steel bullets, tungsten steel shells, and rain-inducing bombs neatly arranged on both sides of the aisle.

The giant camphor tree devised a strategy to resist the sea fog and zombies.

The most important core is to break through the sea fog, because in the sea fog, you lose your sight and not only cannot see the zombies, but it is also extremely dangerous.

Moreover, in such a vast camphor tree base, once everyone can no longer see the road, the entire camphor tree will come to a standstill.

There are many ways to break the sea fog, but in the end they chose to drop rain-inducing bombs into the sea fog to condense the water molecules in the fog into rain.

This method is the most cost-effective and has the longest lifespan.

The rain-inducing bombs are encased in a shell, and filled with silver iodide and a small amount of explosives.

For the Dazhangshu Chemical Plant, the production of silver iodide is a piece of cake.

Bai Wenyang walked to the very back of the corridor, where there was a three-meter-high square explosion-proof door.

The explosion-proof door is half a meter thick, and it is currently open.

He passed through the blast door and arrived at the waiting area for the underground express rail.

A minute later, he saw a small cart mounted on a track.

The trolley is about two meters wide and two meters long, and is specifically used for transporting people and goods on a track.

The three of them got into the small cart and clattered along towards the headquarters.

The trolleys on this double-track line are not slow, reaching a speed of twenty kilometers per hour.

Half an hour later, they arrived at the edge of the headquarters base city.

Then, through another entrance, we entered the underground track leading to Fortress No. 4.

The twelve fortified fortresses are like twelve nails, driven ten kilometers away from the large camphor tree, with the large camphor tree at the center.

These underground passages are like lines connecting these nails.

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Because the area of ​​the camphor tree is so large, the distance between the fortresses is as far as ten kilometers.

Ideally, the best approach would be to connect the fortresses so that they could support each other.

However, opening up underground passages between the fortresses was no less challenging than opening up tunnels connecting twelve more fortresses to the headquarters base, making the project extremely complex.

Therefore, the only priority is to open up the passage between the fortress and the big camphor tree.

At least, the camphor tree has a large and capable army, so if the fortress encounters any problems, the camphor tree headquarters can send people to provide support.

After riding in a small cart for another half hour underground, Bai Wenyang and his two companions finally arrived at Fortress No. 4.

Song Zhi, from Fortress No. 4, quickly went down to greet them.

"Captain, what brings you here?"

Bai Wenyang waved his hand and said:
"I've come to check. Have you found any zombies?"

Song Zhi shook his head and said, "Not yet, we can't see a single zombie."

"How could this be?" Bai Wenyang was completely baffled as he walked upstairs.

He meticulously checked the ammunition inventory, inspecting each platform layer by layer.

Even with intelligent mobile switches, he would go to the replacement and maintenance room to listen carefully.

"The smart mobile switch on this floor seems to be making some noise when it's operating. It's probably a problem with the mechanical lubrication. Have a maintenance person come and fix it."

Bai Wenyang has been in the camphor tree for seven or eight years, guarding the headquarters base wall year-round.

Having witnessed the upgrades and iterations of several generations of mobile switches, he is even more familiar with them than the maintenance personnel.

"Oh? Okay. I'll go get someone right away." Song Zhi nodded quickly.

Although he didn't hear anything wrong at all, he didn't dare to refute the captain's statement that there was a problem.

After inspecting Fortress No. 4, Bai Wenyang raised a few minor issues for correction.

However, no trace of zombies was found during this period.

He also contacted Miao Tianji and others from other fortresses, but the leaders of the other fortresses told him that they had not found any zombies.

Standing on the observation point at the top of the fourth city fortress, I looked out at the torrential rain.

Wow~
The rain was pouring down, and he couldn't help but feel puzzled:

Where have all the zombies gone?
(End of this chapter)