Wasteland scavenging, fat girl takes the sick and disabled family away

"How did it become like this?"

The survivors who had fallen to the ground got up.

He didn't even bother to rub his buttocks, which had been smashed into several pieces.

He gazed anxiously ahead at the tent emitting a warm glow.

Those tents, one by one, looked to be of very poor quality.

This safe zone isn't exactly formal either.

Especially that red line on the ground.

No matter how bad a big city is, it's impossible to draw a red line outside of it.

This determines what constitutes a safe zone and what constitutes a danger zone.

The commotion outside startled the craftsmen who were still awake inside the tent.

One or two tents had their zippers pulled down, and one or two heads popped out from inside.

I looked out over the red line.

But in the end, not a single person stepped out of the tent to check on those people outside the red line.

Instead, he pulled his head back into the tent.

One by one, the lights inside the tent went out, but one or two remained stubbornly lit.

Because they have too little time and are too fond of tinkering.

So the artisans with their lights on are still doing what they love.

They won't be able to sleep even if they want to, until they finish repairing what they have.

Their current IQ has fallen below average.

Therefore, they mechanically carried out whatever Shi Yuebai said.

Shi Yuebai said that no matter what happens outside this red line, they don't need to care.

You can simply focus on your research and crafting of bows and arrows.

So even though these eight people saw that many survivors had arrived outside the red line, they were still there.

They didn't care what the survivors were doing either.
They weren't even aware that these survivors wanted to enter the safe zone.

They came to steal the food from their hands. The survivors, unable to enter the safe zone, opened their mouths and shouted loudly.

"We're starving, throw some of your food to us."

"It's so dark, you can't be so heartless. If it weren't for us, you idiots would have starved to death long ago."

Everyone was shouting at once, but no one came out to stop them.

So they all yelled even louder.

But the craftsmen inside the tent still didn't come out.

And they didn't throw the food they earned over the red line as they had hoped.

The survivors outside the red line were practically hoarse from shouting until the last light in the tent went out.

The fools inside didn't come out either, letting them do whatever they wanted.

"Damn it, if I had this much time, I would have already found a whole bunch of daily necessities."

Outside the red line, a survivor spat on the ground, patted his butt, and turned to leave the safe zone.

Perhaps he has some intellectual disability.

This is his own opinion.

Spend an entire night shouting and yelling here.

They couldn't get into the safe zone to start looting.

Then why waste this time?
He felt it wasn't good value for money.

Those pretty and clean-looking kids aren't incapable of coming out to exchange supplies.

If you spend an entire night searching, you can find a whole bunch of daily necessities.

Although the place where they were taken was called Garbage Mountain.

But in reality, the garbage mountain is full of perfectly good daily necessities.

Even used, secondhand household items can be exchanged for food as long as they are still functional.

Surviving on a garbage mountain isn't that difficult.

(End of this chapter)