Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 89 Suppressed Madness

Especially in the canteen, from raw materials to finished products, no infected person is allowed to participate in the entire process, and it can only be prepared by immune people.

To be honest, even if you're infected, you don't want to eat something that was made by someone of your own kind. It would be troublesome if you got caught in an illusion while processing the ingredients.

Not washing your hands is no big deal, adding a handful of salt is no big deal, but if you pee in it, that would be really disgusting.

In addition to managing gathering points, the most important job of the immune person is to deliver meals to the infected people in the quarantine area!

"Alright, alright, hurry up, I don't want to stay in this crappy place for another minute!" Martin interrupted impatiently.

Every immune person is busy from morning to night, and has accumulated a lot of complaints but has nowhere to vent them. No one wants to become a trash can for others.

When the lunch bucket was opened, the freshly baked bread gave off a delicious smell. The basketball hall, which had been quiet just a moment ago, immediately became noisy, and groups of infected people rushed over.

Standing on top and looking down, you can see a huge crowd of people surging.

Martin was still preparing to lower it with a rope, but Bill lifted the lunch bucket and poured the food directly into it, looking down at the infected people who were snatching the bread.

A smug smile appeared on his face hidden under the mask.

Come on, grab it, damn infected!
Martin frowned, but did not stop his companion's behavior.

After changing positions, Bill wanted to continue pouring, but was stopped by a strong hand: "That's enough, Bill!"

"Okay!" Bill shrugged, hung the rope on the bucket, and sent it down carefully.

Huangmao stood up suddenly, and when the food bucket was about to fall to the ground, he pounced on it, grabbed the rope tightly and pulled it down, first wrapping it around the neck of an infected person, and then around the arm of another infected person.

Bill didn't check for a moment and was almost pulled down. He was immediately furious and tried to pull the rope up, but he couldn't pull it up.

Bill was so angry that he just threw the rope down and said, "There's no need to waste time on a rope. Let's hurry up!"

The others had already lost their patience and immediately dumped the rest of the bread out.

Hundreds of infected people were running, bumping, and fighting, and the entire basketball hall was in chaos.

Several people couldn't wait to get out of the window and immediately took off their annoying masks.

A gust of night wind blew, and I felt instantly cool.

On the other side of the wall, Huangmao heard the sound of the engine gradually fading away. He took the rope he had finally obtained, pouted his lips to avoid the zombies that were snatching food, shook the rope and threw it upwards, and the hook was successfully hung on the railing.

He smiled triumphantly, climbed up like a monkey, slipped out of the window to the ground, and disappeared into the darkness in the blink of an eye.

But he did not escape. Instead, he quietly returned to the parking lot near the living area, skillfully pried open an old muscle car, and drove all the way back to the gymnasium.

Hearing the sound of the engine, the guard thought it was the immune person who had delivered the food returning, and signaled to stop the car in surprise.

The yellow-haired man laughed silently and stepped on the accelerator to speed up.

The guard's face suddenly changed. He wanted to dodge but it was too late. He was knocked to the ground by the muscle car with a bang.

Huangmao's smile grew increasingly frantic. He stepped on the accelerator, quickly reversed, then accelerated again, smashing through the gymnasium's door and speeding down the corridor. The car's body scraped against the walls left and right, but he paid no attention until, with a dull thud, he smashed open the outer isolation door of the quarantine area.

The car's speed increased instead of decreasing, and it knocked open the inner isolation door!
Although a large number of infected people were isolated in the gymnasium, only half of them were completely unconscious zombies, and the other half were still in the germination stage, but their wakefulness was short and their hallucinations were long.

They knew there was no hope of recovery and did not want to burden their families, so they took the initiative to enter the isolation area.

But Huangmao was not like that. He was still in the living area when he fell into the illusion, but when he woke up, he was already in the isolation area.

The huge gap made Huangmao extremely resentful.

Why was he sent to quarantine? Why were others allowed to stay outside? Why are those who are immune not afraid of the virus?
Every time he saw the arrogant expressions on the lips of those immune people, he felt like he had fallen into an ant nest and felt uncomfortable all over.

Huangmao naturally can't stand others being better than himself. Ever since he entered the quarantine area, he has been thinking about it day and night, and his mind is full of how to get revenge.

He soon realized that Lao Mi did not put all the infected people together, but divided the gymnasium into several areas, with the outer area being the germination stage and the inner area being the growth stage.

Although the guards were not as strict as imagined, all doors and windows except the main gate were sealed, and a fire could burn all the quarantined people to death!
Huang Mao believes that this is the ultimate purpose of locking all infected people into the gymnasium

In order to achieve his ulterior motive, Huangmao pretended to be completely unconscious and successfully sneaked into the re-isolation area. Then, through several days of observation, he mastered the time and pattern of feeding the immune people.

Today is the day of his revenge!

The deformed muscle car spun around in the basketball arena. The yellow-haired man jumped off and hopped to the exit. He stretched his arms out to the zombies in the arena and growled, "Come on! I'll grant you freedom!"

Heads swayed in the darkness, and many infected people instinctively rushed towards the direction of the sound.

Huangmao dodged and, like an old father who hopes his son will become successful, he smiled and watched the large group of infected people rush out of the gymnasium.
Some infected people in the budding stage who were trapped in the illusion were startled by the noise outside and ran out. Only a very small number of infected people who were in the waking stage looked confused and had no idea what was going on.

The yellow-haired man stood at the end of the team, his mind flashing with disgusting faces: "Just wait, the show is about to begin!"

After saying that, he followed behind and walked out slowly.

As he walked forward, the world in Huangmao's eyes changed with light and shadow, and in a blink of an eye it became something completely different from reality, but he was unaware of it. He went around in circles and returned to the court, sitting in the corner in a daze.

Still the same time, living area.

Ou Yang couldn't stand the stuffiness in the dormitory, so he ran to the rooftop to cool off. But after a while, he looked at the moon in the sky and sighed, wondering in his heart, the moon is obviously not round, why does it make him miss home?

The night breeze blows, and I feel refreshed.

He walked to the edge of the rooftop and enjoyed a moment of peace.

He heard the roar of an engine approaching from afar, and he couldn't help but look surprised. Who drove an armored vehicle here so late? Was it some urgent mission?
Ou Yang looked down curiously and saw a row of armored vehicles parked outside the dormitory. A large group of American soldiers jumped out of the vehicles one after another, surrounding a few people and walking inside.

They were all wearing American military protective suits, and it was impossible to tell who was who.

He didn't take it seriously at all, thinking it was just some American bureaucrat who was planning to inspect the dormitory building.

Just as a few people were about to enter the dormitory building, a swaying figure suddenly emerged from the end of the bright car lights.

(End of this chapter)