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Chapter 60, First Batch of Survivors

Three hours later.

More than three hundred people have gathered in the square.

They formed several long lines, waiting to register.

No one dared to make a sound, no one dared to cut in line, and there wasn't even a single complaint.

There are no giant babies in the apocalypse, or rather, giant babies died in the first wave of zombies.

The survivors who have made it this far may not have any special skills, but at least they know how to assess the situation.

Especially when they saw Wang Hu and a dozen fully armed police officers at the very front of the line, coldly maintaining order, with the dark muzzles of their guns, no one would have the thought of causing trouble.

"Next." Zhao Fan said without looking up, his voice tinged with exhaustion.

A woman who was so thin she was just a skeleton led an equally thin little girl forward timidly.

Name, age, skills.

"I...I'm Sun Hui. I used to be...a seamstress in a garment factory." The woman's voice was barely audible.

"Do you know how to use an industrial sewing machine?"

"Yes! Yes!" the woman nodded quickly.

Zhao Fan wrote it down on the form and handed her a card.

"Go over there, the medical team will give you a basic check-up, and then you can get your food."

"Thank you... thank you..."

The woman, holding her daughter's hand, walked away, turning back to look at her every few steps.

This kind of conversation has been repeated hundreds of times in the past few hours.

Zhao Fan rubbed his aching wrists, looked up at the endless queue, and felt a dryness in his throat.

On the table next to him, there was already a thick stack of registration forms.

The group included a cook, an electrician, a driver, a teacher, and even two people who used to work on a pig farm.

It's a diverse mix of people; all sorts of people are represented.

Sudden.

A commotion arose from the back of the group.

"Why! Why does he get an extra bowl!" a rough, hoarse male voice rang out.

Wang Hu frowned, picked up his gun, and strode over.

The crowd automatically parted to make way.

A man with a full beard was seen gripping the collar of the logistics staff distributing food, his eyes bloodshot.

The person he was pointing at was a young man who had just received two bowls of porridge and was about to leave.

"What's going on?" Wang Hu asked in a low voice.

The logistics staff were startled and quickly explained, pointing to the registration card in the young man's hand.

"Captain Wang... Captain Wang, his card says he can get double."

Wang Hu snatched the card from the young man.

Besides the name and age, the skills section clearly reads "Doctor (Internal Medicine)," with a bright red "Excellent" next to it.

This is a rule that Tang Long set up last night: those who possess top-tier skills that the base urgently needs can receive special privileges.

Wang Hu tossed the card back to the young man and turned to stare at the stubble-faced man causing trouble.

"Rules are rules."

"Everyone's treatment is written on a card; if you can't read, just ask someone."

"Why is he allowed to receive two?" the stubble-faced man asked, clearly still indignant. "Just because he's a doctor? I used to be a boss! I managed dozens of people!"

Wang Hu grinned.

"Here, who you were before is irrelevant."

He tapped the stubble-faced man's chest lightly with the barrel of his gun.

"The important thing is what you can do right now."

"If you dare utter another word here, you'll lose your food eligibility and get out."

The dark muzzle of the gun made the bearded man freeze.

He swallowed hard and slunk back into the line.

The minor incident was thus resolved.

far away.

Liu Qiang, standing by the window on the second floor, frowned slightly.

"When there are many people, their minds become more scattered, and the workload of management increases exponentially."

"Today they're fighting over food, tomorrow they might be fighting over where to live."

"That's true, so we must strengthen management." Tang Long nodded slightly, his tone still calm.

He paused.

"We'll send a group of people back tomorrow morning."

Liu Qiang nodded immediately.

"Okay! I'll arrange the manpower right away."

......

The next day, early in the morning.

As dawn broke, a convoy of cars had already gathered in the square of the city government building.

One armored lead vehicle, three buses, and several pickup trucks responsible for bringing up the rear and transporting supplies.

Zhao Fan held a list and organized the first batch of survivors to board the bus.

"Listen up, everyone! No running around or moving around after you get on the bus!"

"All the windows are tightly closed!"

"Parents should take good care of their children!"

Li Mo held his wife's hand and tightly held his six-year-old daughter's hand with his other hand as they squeezed onto a bus with the flow of people.

He found a seat by the window, held his daughter in his arms, and felt uneasy.

Yesterday, just before sunset, he finally made up his mind and, with his wife and children, emerged from their hiding place.

Unexpectedly, I was notified this morning that I had to leave here and go to Dongcheng District.

Before the end of the world, he often needed to drive to the Dongcheng District to deliver goods for work.

I never imagined I'd have the chance to go back after the apocalypse.

I wonder if this time will be a blessing or a curse?

He glanced out the window at the police officers standing guard with their guns, sighed inwardly, and hugged his daughter even tighter.

......

The convoy slowly started moving and drove away from the city hall square.

Occasionally, a few clueless zombies would rush out from the street corner, but before they could even get close, they would be instantly blasted into pieces by the machine gun mounted on the top of the pickup truck.

Perhaps because Tang Long and his group had already raided the area once before they came, their journey back this time was exceptionally smooth.

They encountered no significant resistance.

More than two hours later, the convoy slowed down.

"We're almost there! Everyone, please be seated!"

A police officer's warning rang out in the carriage.

Li Mo subconsciously looked out the window.

The next moment, he was stunned.

The road ahead was completely blocked by containers and concrete blocks, leaving only a narrow passage that could only accommodate one vehicle at a time.

On both sides of the passageway are tall barbed wire fences.

Further on, you can see a cement wall under construction.

The moment the convoy entered the safe zone, a collective gasp filled the carriages.

Clean.

It's too clean.

Throughout the safe zone, the streets were spotless, bright, and clean.

If it weren't for the ever-present mist and the faint howls of zombies echoing in the distance, they would almost have thought they had returned to the pre-apocalyptic world.

The convoy continued on its way.

As they passed a building with a brand-new signboard, everyone pressed their faces against the car windows.

Li Mo also saw the words on the plaque clearly.

"Dongcheng First Police Station".

Beside it, there was a red flag fluttering in the wind.

An unbelievable thought popped into everyone's mind.

These people... could they really be police officers?

Li Mo felt his heart pounding.

The word "police" was as distant to him as a legend from the last century.

But everything before him was challenging his understanding.

The bus eventually stopped in front of a residential building.

"Alright, everyone get off! Line up!"