Apocalypse: the Most Ruthless Person

Buzzing...

Outside the mountain gate, vehicles started up one after another. As the convoy slowly left, everyone inside the gate finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"They’ve gone..."

Zhong Xiaoshan stood on the tank, watching the people from Bridge Town leave. Only when they were out of sight did she jump to the ground, showing a helpless bitter smile on her face.

"Meng Changwei is really incompetent, can’t even manage his own subordinates, yet he dares to interrupt when speaking. What bad habits! I think these people are not very decent, but Brother Su seems to have a good opinion of them?"

Lü Leiyang glared coquettishly in the direction of the mountain below, their glamorous demeanor instantly outshining almost all the women in the camp...

Ju Mumio said indifferently, "Isn’t there a possibility that they didn’t belong to the same group?"

"Huh?"

"What do you mean..."

"Xiaojuzi, are you saying that the people just now weren’t only from Bridge Town but included survivors from other factions?" Zhong Xiaoshan asked in surprise. Reflecting on what she saw, it didn’t seem out of the ordinary.

Ju Mumio shook her head unsurely, slowly saying, "The distance is far, I can’t sense it clearly, just a guess, there’s an eighty percent possibility."

Eighty percent, everyone looked at each other, which was almost the same as certain.

Guo Dachao pondered, "Coming all the way from Bridge Town is quite far, they must pass through Qing County on the main road, there’s a real possibility of meeting other survivors."

"Who cares if it’s one group, two groups, or eight. We remain unchanged to cope with changes, as long as we don’t open the door to let them in, they have no way!"

Yang Liehuo clenched his fist and waved it. Once full of sincerity, alas, in the apocalypse, people’s hearts are not as before.

"Not only shouldn’t we let them in, I also think defenses against humans need to be strengthened!"

Zhao Xue spoke, her gaze falling on Yu Qing’s face.

Everyone instantly understood the implications of these words.

Yu Qing was no longer the merciful Holy Mother she once was. She kept kindness in her heart for true weaklings, but when necessary, had no hesitation. She nodded immediately, "Xiaowu and Xiaoliu have prepared some short-range remote control devices, I’ll go prepare right away!"

Ordinary bombs are not very convenient against large numbers of regular zombies due to fire risks, unless the power is ridiculously large, like that big one that came out of the scenic area before, directly blown to pieces, but they’re fine for human defense.

"Keep someone on guard at the door, just relying on monitors has blind spots, deterring gentlemen but not guarding against small-minded people."

"That’s right, both overt and covert posts must be arranged, that guy just jabbering away made me feel quite unruly!"

"No problem, the reserve lady soldiers are idle, it’s time to put them to use. I’ll schedule them to keep watch."

Everyone chimed in, all earnestly considering the camp’s safety.

If the people from Civilization Guardian were as cautious as Celestial Horse Island... then they wouldn’t have to face such a major decision now.

"The situation is like this now, I’m a very democratic person who gives you the right to choose for yourselves, alright, you can start choosing now!"

In the auditorium, Brother Dog stood on stage, looking at the people in front of him, his oppressive gaze sweeping over their faces.

The burlap bags over Dazhuang and the others’ heads had been removed, each of them with blood-stained heads and injured faces, looking utterly disheveled.

Like devils descending on a village, Bajiazi Village had ransacked the camp, bringing every person they could find to the auditorium, those stubbornly resisting had been dealt with, leaving only seventy-five people.

Some had their hands tied, others were in handcuffs, all deprived of freedom, standing on stage huddled together, like old slaves being sold at a medieval slave market...

"Even if you let me feed the zombies, I’d never work for you bastards, don’t count on me serving you! Get over it!"

Dazhuang was the first to answer Brother Dog’s question, blood dripping from his mouth, several white teeth stained red, a head wound leaving a dry bloodstain on the side of his face, his eyes blazing with fury.

Just now, the leader of Bajiazi Village had given the Civilization Guardian survivors two choices.

Either stay shackled in the camp as beasts of burden, or be tied up like rice dumplings, becoming beacons that change the path of massive zombie hordes, in simpler terms, bait for feeding the zombies.

If following the principle of better to die than to live disgracefully, the first option might seem acceptable, but Dazhuang knew well that temporary compromises only bring humiliation and suffering, and a life at constant risk of being exploited!

Rather than live in pain and hope for a flickering light in the wind, it’s better to die heroically, perhaps leaving a chance for a last stand!

"Exactly, you grass-eating bastards aren’t worthy of me serving you! Go to hell!"

"Hahaha, even if we die, how much longer can you live, if the zombies don’t wipe you out, when Chairman Li and the others return, they’ll kill you all the same!"

"Chairman Li advocated Civilization Guardian helping survivors in need wherever possible, and in return for our good intentions, we get your backstabbing, if humans united, zombies wouldn’t be a problem at all!"

"Hurry, send us out now, I can’t stand the sight of you!"

A chorus of shouting arose, with many thinking like Dazhuang, at least five or six dozen people were indignant, though most handled logistics and weren’t involved in combat training, it didn’t mean they lacked courage or brains.

Becoming slaves offers a chance of survival, but it’s too bleak, and enduring long-term suffering is unacceptable.

"You all came running to seek refuge, claiming zombies overran your village, begging us to take you in, we opened our gates for you, and look what you’ve done, you’re worse than zombies, you’re the real devils!"

A man dressed in camouflage coat solemnly condemned Bajiazi Village’s people’s malicious deeds.

The people of Bajiazi Village seemed like wooden sculptures, standing still in the dim light, indifferent to the curses.

Brother Dog’s piercing eyes flickered with dangerous light, his face showed no emotional fluctuations, these insults were meaningless to him, keeping the villagers and brothers alive was his ultimate goal.

In the past, certainly, one couldn’t harm others for personal gain, but in an apocalyptic world where everything’s fallen apart, there’s no justice to speak of, no distinction between right and wrong, only one’s own life matters most.

"We’re not mistreating you, those executed resisted too fiercely, you should see my aim isn’t to abuse or kill for fun, I don’t want to talk any more, take sides, those willing to stay in the camp jump off the stage, I offer you a chance to live!"

Brother Dog pointed below the stage, then continued, "As for those standing here, we will remember your heroic deeds!"

Using living humans as beacons to lure away the zombie hordes, indeed counted as a heroic deed... only it’s too tragic and inhumane.

"Clearly there’s a better way, why choose to harm your kind, you beasts, beasts!"

Whether to die standing like a hero or live crawling like a worm, everyone has their own thoughts.

Thud.

A middle-aged woman jumped off the stage, her disheveled short hair covering her face, revealing nothing, she said nothing either, standing silently there, making her choice with her feet.

Dazhuang and the others looked at the woman choosing to stay, no one rebuked her, it seemed that women instinctively had the right to be timid...

People have a herd mentality, when the first person jumped off the stage, it broke down part of people’s psychological defenses.

Thud, thud, thud thud thud...

One after another, four or five members of the logistics department jumped off the stage, an older man twisted his ankle, lying on the ground unable to get up.

Thud thud thud...

A few more people soon chose to survive temporarily, when swearing they could be wanton, but when making choices, the body acts more honestly.

"You guys... sigh."

Dazhuang watched more and more people choose to barely survive, feeling incredibly desolate, but it seemed unavoidable.

Suddenly someone beside him burst out laughing.

"Hahahaha, hey, dog... smooch smooch."

He Jun smirked, smooching at Brother Dog, as if really teasing a dog, seeing the opposite’s glaring eyes, he grinned, "What if we all choose to stay, what would you use to lure the zombies, huh? Is your dog’s brain confused now?"

"Brothers, let’s all stay, this is our camp, we can’t let these dogs and baskets take it, listen to me, all stay!"

Before Bajiazi Village people could respond, He Jun immediately incited everyone to jump off the stage together.

"Yeah, haha, Old He’s brain is truly flexible!"

"I’m staying, I’d rather be a laborer, I won’t lure zombies!"

"Me too, me too!"

He Jun’s words instantly resonated, most people’s hearts were already wavering, with a gentle push from him, a large number of people jumped off the stage, the scene quickly turned chaotic.

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