I'm a zombie, what's the point of awakening the yellow-haired system?

Under Zhang Chen's leadership, the dungeon is full of hope and security.

Chapter 605: The Early Stage of Memory Loss

As the snow intensified, the howling sound of the wind and snow almost covered everything, and the whole world seemed to be sealed in ice and snow.

Zhang Chen stood at the entrance of the dungeon, staring at the thick snow outside, feeling a little nervous about the coming storm.

"Time is running out, everyone move in quickly!" He commanded loudly, his voice firm and powerful.

Following his orders, all the survivors and psychics quickened their pace and rushed towards the entrance of the dungeon.

Those figures who once wandered in the wind and snow are now walking towards the warm shelter with a glimmer of hope.

In the underground city, Zhang Chen had made preparations in advance and set up sufficient heating equipment and food reserves.

"Come in quickly, don't stay outside!"

Xue Ling kept shouting and helping to guide the crowd. Some people were staggering due to the wind and snow, looking very embarrassed.

When the last survivor finally entered the safe area of ​​the dungeon, Zhang Chen breathed a sigh of relief and could finally put down the burden in his heart.

The wind and snow were still raging outside, as if declaring its power, but inside the dungeon it was warm as spring.

"Is everyone here?" Zhang Chen looked around to make sure everyone was safe.

"Yes, master!" a young psychic answered with a tired but satisfied smile on his face.

"Very good, everyone can rest now."

Zhang Chen said with a smile, and then walked onto a makeshift platform.

"Here, we will get through this winter together and rebuild our lives."

People looked at each other, nodded, and a warm feeling surged in their hearts.

Although it was still snowing and windy outside, everyone in the dungeon felt the power of unity.

"Thank you, Lord Zhang, for providing us with such a safe shelter!"

An old man sighed, tears of gratitude glistening in his eyes.

"Yeah, it's nice to have a warm place at a time like this!"

Another young woman echoed this, with a look of relief on her face.

At this moment, Zhang Chen stood on the platform, looking at every survivor with a firm gaze.

He knew that this was not just a refuge, but also the beginning of a new life.

"We will face future challenges here together and never give up!" His voice echoed in the dungeon, inspiring everyone with fearlessness and hope.

In this cold winter, every corner of the dungeon is filled with warmth and solidarity.

Although the outside world is still struggling in the wind and snow, here, Zhang Chen leads the survivors to start their new journey.

The safe camp in the tropics was located in a low-lying area surrounded by jungle, and the humid air was filled with the smell of decay.

The environment here is extremely harsh, and is often attacked by zombies and mutated beasts.

The camp's defenses were dilapidated, and even the walls were made of makeshift wood and rusty wire.

When it rains, rain water mixed with mud flows into the camp, forming quagmires where mosquitoes breed, making it disgusting.

The situation in the camp was even worse.

The crude tents were torn apart, and many survivors could only dig a hole in the ground to live in.

The air was filled with the smell of sweat, mildew and decay. Food and water were extremely scarce. Most people could only satisfy their hunger by hunting some mutated small animals or eating wild fruits.

Many survivors were pale and thin, dressed in tattered clothes, with despair and numbness in their eyes.

"Can this place still be considered a safe camp?" A psychic complained in a low voice, covering his nose.

"The people here look like they'd rather be dead than alive." Another Psychic said with a frown.

At this moment, Sophie stood in the center of the camp, and her arrival caused a commotion.

Her fairy-like appearance seemed out of place in this dirty land; her snow-white skin, crystal eyes and elegant temperament made it hard to believe that she would appear in such a place.

However, her beauty did not inspire awe among people, but instead attracted the dissatisfaction of many people.

"Hmph, a little girl from outside actually wants to take over our place?" A burly man with a stubble on his face sneered, his tone full of contempt.

"What a joke! Who does she think she is? Why should she order us around?"

Another survivor echoed, with mockery in his eyes.

Sophie's eyes swept over these people. She was not affected by these voices, but seemed more determined.

However, this attitude has led to more dissatisfaction.

"She brought so many people with special abilities here. Is she trying to drive us away?" someone began to whisper.

"Don't forget, this place was built by the chief!" a thin man whispered with a hint of awe in his eyes.

The chief was an old man over fifty years old, short but extremely strong.

His skin was tanned by the scorching sun and his face was full of traces of time.

He sat on a tattered wooden box and watched it all in silence.

"Don't talk nonsense." The chief finally spoke, his voice hoarse and low.

"Chief, this woman said she wanted to take us to dig a dungeon. Is this a joke?"

someone said angrily.

The chief lowered his head and pondered for a while, recalling the early days of establishing this safe camp. Those were days full of blood and tears.

At the beginning of the zombie outbreak, he fled into the jungle with a group of survivors.

However, instead of providing them with shelter, the jungle became their nightmare.

The invasion of zombies, the attack of mutant beasts, the bad weather and the lack of food made them pay a heavy price.

Many people fell down while fleeing and never stood up again.

"It's not easy to get to where we are today." The chief whispered, a trace of fatigue and sadness flashing in his eyes. "But I know we can't go on like this."

He raised his head and looked at Sophie with complicated eyes.

"Can you really make our lives better?" he asked slowly, with a hint of doubt and a hint of expectation in his voice.

Sophie stepped forward, looked at the chief with a firm gaze, and said softly, "Chief, I know you have contributed a lot to this place, and I know that the people here have suffered a lot."

"But I am not here to blame you. I am here to lead you to a new future."

Her voice was so clear and powerful that everyone present fell silent involuntarily.

"The dungeon is our only hope."

"In this jungle, we can't resist the increasing number of zombies and mutant creatures."

“Only by going underground can we truly protect everyone,” Sophie continued, with a convincing power in her tone.

Chapter 606: Zombies Digging an Underground City

The chief was silent for a moment, and finally nodded: "Okay, I'm willing to trust you this time. But if you fail, these people will never forgive you."

Sophie smiled slightly and turned to look at the scattered survivors.

“You may have a lot of dissatisfaction with me and feel hopeless about the future.”

"But I will prove with my actions that I can lead you out of this predicament." She raised her hand slightly, and the psychics behind her immediately began to act, measuring the terrain, assigning tasks, and quickly starting the excavation of the underground city.

The crowd gradually began to waver, and some people began to have some trust in her.

Although they were still full of doubts, Sophie's decisiveness and the efficiency of the psychics made them see the dawn of hope.

The chief looked at Sophie's busy back, feeling a complicated emotion in his heart.

He knew that this fairy-like girl might really be able to bring about change and a future that they had always longed for but dared not expect.

Sophie stood in the middle of the camp, raised her hand slightly and pointed to an open space at the edge of the camp.

Her eyes were deep, and her tone was calm but full of authority: "Start from here, dig five meters underground, and then expand in all directions."

Following her order, a low sound of footsteps suddenly rang out around them, like countless pairs of shoes stepping on the muddy ground at the same time.

The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw a group of strange-looking zombies slowly approaching from a distance.

Their skin was a rotten blue-gray color, some had lacerated wounds on their bodies, and emitted a disgusting odor.

The zombies' eyes were empty and their movements were stiff and mechanical, but they lined up neatly and walked straight towards Sophie.

"Oh my God, that's... zombies!" a survivor screamed, and took a few steps back in fear, his face full of fear.

"How could these rotten things listen to her?!" another person shouted in disbelief.

When the zombies approached Sophie, they actually stopped, as if they had heard some silent command, and stood quietly in place, waiting for her next instruction.

Sophie raised her head slightly, her eyes swept over them like a knife, then she waved her right hand lightly, and the zombies immediately turned around and began to dig the soil vigorously.

Their movements are stiff but incredibly efficient.

The sharp nails easily cut through the soil. Some zombies even used their arms to dig directly, and the mud and gravel were quickly cleared aside.

In the originally quiet camp, there were suddenly continuous "rustling" and "clicking" sounds.

This scene completely shocked all the survivors. They gathered around involuntarily and watched it all in amazement.

"Is this true? These zombies... actually listen to her?" A young woman murmured to herself, eyes full of disbelief.

"impossible!"

"Don't zombies only know how to attack living people?"

"How could they possibly obey orders?!" a burly man with a stubble on his face shouted, his eyes full of suspicion and fear.

“Who is this woman…how did she do it?” whispered another survivor, his tone mixed with awe and a hint of uneasiness.

Sophie ignored their discussions and continued to concentrate on directing the zombies to dig.

Her movements were graceful and calm, as if these zombies were not scary monsters but ordinary laborers.

Her figure was particularly dazzling in the sunlight, like a queen in control of everything.

"Don't be afraid, they are no longer a threat to us, but our tools." Sophie's voice was cold, but carried an irresistible power.

"Instead of worrying about these zombies, we should think about how to use them so that we can complete the construction of the dungeon as soon as possible."

"Using... zombies?" Someone in the crowd repeated her words in astonishment, as if he could not accept such a fact for a moment.

"Yes," Sophie turned her head and looked at the crowd, her eyes like a sharp blade that pierced people's hearts.

"You are afraid of them because you don't understand them."

"And now, they have become my tools and the hope for our survival."

“You can choose to stand aside and doubt, or you can choose to join us and pave the way for your own future.”

Her words were firm and powerful, gradually calming the survivors who were originally filled with fear and doubt.

Some bowed their heads, thinking;

Some people were still wary of these zombies, but the hostility in their eyes seemed to have weakened a little.

"She's right,"

The chief's voice suddenly came from behind the crowd, breaking the brief silence.

He slowly walked to Sophie with a complicated expression on his face.

"I've seen so much despair and death."

"If these zombies can really help us build the dungeon, then we have no reason to reject her proposal."

"Master Chief..."

"But are these things really reliable?" someone asked in a low voice, still with a hint of uneasiness in the tone.

"If you don't even have the courage to try, you will never know the result."

The chief looked at the man deeply, his tone stern.