Rebirth: I went back to the day of the zombie outbreak

"Well..." Old Bu tilted his head and thought for a while, then said, "There were surveillance cameras, but they were all destroyed during the riots. No one knew at the time that they would stay here forever, alas..."

Well, that's possible.

After all, those imprisoned here are either rapists, thieves, robbers or gangsters.

It's okay for fighting, but when it comes to doing technical work like this, I'm at a loss.

It seems that this warden also has weaknesses.

"Where did all the original prison guards go? Did you kill them all?"

"Here I come, stand still."

Old Bu acted as if he had seen a ghost. He pulled me over to the side with the other people and stared at the gate.

Several people walked in through the gate of Building B.

It was the fair-skinned man with glasses, followed by a few burly men.

What's happening here?

This guy with glasses doesn't look simple.

The noisy Building B suddenly became quiet. Even the children who were running around were held back by the adults and their mouths were covered to prevent them from making any sound.

The man with glasses walked to the open space and gestured a few times.

It turns out that this man with glasses is a mute.

No wonder I didn’t say a word on the bus yesterday.

Then, the big man behind him joined the crowd.

One of them walked over to us, looked left and right, and nodded at me.

Old Bu reminded at this time: "This young man just came last night."

The big man nodded and pointed to the person next to me.

The man glared at me and Lao Bu fiercely, then followed the big man angrily.

In the rest of the places, those who were chosen sighed and shook their heads.

Those who were not chosen showed relief on their faces.

Soon, the man with glasses and the big man left Building B with the hundred or so selected people.

The rest of the crowd dispersed and went about their own business.

I caught up with Lao Bu and asked, "What just happened?"

"You're new here, you don't know that people are sent out every day to look for supplies and people, and the person just chosen is the one who will go out." Old Bu said calmly, "I just helped you through a hurdle."

Go out to find supplies?

When I heard this, my heart skipped a beat.

No wonder the people who were chosen acted like their fathers had died.

But I'm different. I can't wait to go outside.

It seems that the only way to leave here is through this road.

"By the way, who is that mute——"

When Lao Bu heard my question, he immediately covered my mouth.

"Don't tell me." Old Bu put his mouth close to my ear and lowered his voice, "He is the leader of Building B."

Chief, look how scared this old man is.

"Don't be fooled by his frail appearance. He is very capable. I tell you, those who can be leaders are not ordinary people. That black guy is the leader of Building A."

What Old Bu said forced me to take it seriously.

Brother Hei's fighting ability is very strong. Since this man with glasses is on the same level as Brother Hei, it means that his strength is also good.

"Are they going out now and not coming back until evening?"

I remembered that they had tricked me into coming here on the bus yesterday, so I asked a few more questions.

"That's not the case. It's very dangerous in the mountains at night. I heard last night that someone saw a plane in the sky and dropped something down, so they went out temporarily. Unexpectedly, they rescued the four of you."

By this time, Old Bu had already brought me to his cell on the second floor.

There is a U-shaped lock on the iron gate, which should be the supplies retrieved from outside.

Through the iron gate, you can see that the dark cell is filled with all kinds of daily necessities, bottles, jars, and large and small cardboard boxes.

A typical living place for seniors.

"Come in and sit down, it's a bit messy." Old Bulla opened the iron gate and went in.

The cell was not big to begin with, and it became even more cramped with all the things he had piled up in it.

I could only sit down on the bed.

Old Bu turned around and pulled a piece of cloth on the iron gate that was so dirty that the color could not be seen, and the cell became even darker.

I always feel something is weird when the door is locked and two men are inside.

Old Bu said in a muffled voice: "You can see that I am so old. It is very difficult to survive here. Sometimes I have to consider the faces of people. Young man——"

"Fang Mu."

"Fang Mu, I saw your skills yesterday. They were amazing. Even Brother Hei couldn't be your opponent. Also, you stayed in the warden's office for such a long time last night. It seems that the warden really likes you. I hope you can help me more in the future."

This old guy, after all this time, is looking for a backer.

I asked him why he took such good care of me.

But I'm new here, and if I want to take the three of them away from here, I really need the help of indigenous people like Old Bu.

As Old Bu spoke, he took out a ball of paper and peeled it off layer by layer, revealing a few black things that looked like olives.

"What is this?" I asked.

Old Bu's saliva was almost flowing out, and he smacked his lips and said, "Hey, this is good stuff."

At this time, the iron door of the cell was opened and several people rushed in.

Old Bu moved very quickly and subconsciously stuffed the ball of paper into the gap between the bed and the wall.

Because of the backlight, I couldn't see the faces of these people clearly.

The one who was in the lead shouted sternly, "Old man, what did you do? Brother Qiang has been sent out. You are going to die."

Another said, "What's wrong with the new guy? If you don't tell me, who will know?"

The third one was directed at me: "New guy, listen to me, if you don't want to get beaten, you should be smart and give us cigarettes and other things more often."

Hearing this, a trace of sadness welled up in my heart and I smiled bitterly.

It seems that wherever there are people there will be oppression and bullying.

This was true before the end of the world, and even more so after the end of the world.

I once thought that the world after the end of the world would be a brand new beginning.

People will abandon the bad habits of the past, face difficulties together, and move forward hand in hand.

However, reality cruelly tells me that the complexity of human nature cannot be completely changed by a disaster.

Oppression and bullying, these evils still exist, and even become more rampant in despair.

No matter how the world changes, human nature will never change.

The three people in front of me saw that I didn't respond and were still laughing to themselves, and they were very angry.

He raised his foot and kicked me in the face.

His speed seemed a little slow in my eyes with an agility attribute of 1.

So I dodged easily by moving sideways and raised my foot to kick him in the ankle.

There was a sound of "click" and the man's ankle turned 90 degrees. He fell backwards and made a mess of the cell.

The man's face was full of shock and pain, and he screamed while holding his ankle.

Fortunately, there were so many people outside that no one cared.

The remaining two people were obviously frightened by this sudden change. After a brief hesitation, they swung their fists to attack.

As the cell was already small, the other man could only grab Old Bu and carry him out of the lower bunk.

The two little Luo Luos punched without any rules, leaving the defense wide open.

I slapped one man on the chin, then swung my hand out to give him a loud slap, and at the same time kicked another man's calf. The man felt pain and moved slowly. I bounced up from the lower bunk, but continued with the upward force and hit the man directly on the bridge of his nose.

I knocked two people out of the cell almost at the same time. They hit the guardrail and almost fell from the third floor.

The man whose ankle I broke crawled out of the cell little by little, begging for mercy.

The other two, one covering his bloody nose, and the other covering his cheek with five red palm prints, apologized to me with a groan.

Don’t these three guys know that a new guy defeated Hei Ge yesterday?

"Get out of here!" I said and ignored him, turned around and helped Old Bu up who had fallen to the ground.

"Oh my, this...this...you...ah..." Although Old Bu said this, his expression of gloating was obvious.

I guess he is usually scared of being bullied by these people, and now I am helping him vent his anger.

Those two moves just now should not be considered as breaking the rules.

One, no murder; two, no sexual assault; three, no prison escape.

But he felt a little uneasy after beating someone, so he asked, "Old Bu, is it okay to beat someone here? The warden or something won't come to trouble me, right?"

"As long as no one dies, it's okay. Besides, who dares to tell anyone?" Old Bu said as he took out the hidden paper balls and handed one of them to me.

I took it and looked at it. It was dry.

"What on earth is this?"

"Betel nut, this thing is more valuable than cigarettes now."

"This thing is a Class I carcinogen." I've heard of betel nut. It is said that when you take the first bite, you want to die, and when you take the second bite, you want to die even more.

"Cancer?" Old Bu picked one up and put it in his mouth, chewing it with a smile, "It's the end of the world now, and I'm still worried about whether it will cause cancer?"

Tsk, you are already old, of course you have lived your life to the fullest, every day you live is a day you earn.

How old am I?

Old Bu chewed and smacked his lips, then stood up and spat a mouthful of blood-red saliva into a palm-sized washbasin.

"You, you don't know how to control your strength." While chewing betel nut, Lao Bu began to shake his head and said, "After all, we are in the same group with them. You beat the three of them into fools. Next time we go out to find supplies, we will have to be the only ones."

"What do you mean by two groups in one?"

"There are 746 people in Building B, including men, women, young and old. Every people form a group. When we go out to look for supplies, each group must send five people."

"There are still more than thirty people."

"Don't you see that our team is full of old, weak, sick and disabled people? People like me are considered the backbone of the team. That's why those people dared to be so arrogant in front of me. Our team was counting on them to go out and find supplies. But now, we are not afraid anymore with you here."

"Damn it, who put me in the group?"

Old Bu scratched his head embarrassedly.

"I still think you are brave, resourceful, young and promising, so -"

I interrupted Old Bu's flattery.

I am no longer the same person I was in school or hospital. After experiencing so many separations and deaths, I will no longer be confused by these things.

But since we are here, we should make the best of it. This old man is not a bad person after all, but he is very selfish. He is very good at calculating.

I have to be careful in what I do in the future, otherwise I will be sold out by him one day and still remember his kindness.

"Let's go and get to work." Old Bu said as he took the betel nut out of his mouth and put it back into the paper ball. Then he wrapped it up like a treasure and stuffed it into a corner.

Damn, this old guy is so unhygienic.

Fortunately, I didn't chew it twice, otherwise it would have been worse than being sodomized.

I was already feeling sick when I heard that I still had to work.

"What kind of work are you going to do?"

"Those who stay at home must work, otherwise what will they eat? Only by working can they earn work points, and they can exchange work points for food."

"Work points?" I asked.

"Of course, this work system was invented by the warden. Different work content can earn different work points. These work points are equivalent to our old money. They can be used to buy food or exchange for some daily necessities with others." Old Bu explained to me as we walked. "My work is a little dirty, don't mind."

No matter how dirty it is, it is cleaner than your betel nut.

I didn't understand anything anyway, so I just followed Old Bu through the prison and finally went down to Building D.

Building D is different from Building A and Building B. It has many rooms, a complex layout, and a basement.

As soon as I entered the basement, I felt something was wrong, as if I smelled the familiar fishy smell again.

That smell of rotting zombies.

As we walked further in, the light became darker and the ground and walls were splattered with something that was either blood or paint.

"When-when-when-"

There were bursts of chopping sounds coming from inside.

"Don't mind, it's just like this here. Don't look at it like this, it's actually just like this..."

I couldn't understand what Old Bu was saying.

Anyway, I saw a thin man standing in the innermost room from a distance.

However, this person was wearing shackles, and they made a rattling sound when he walked.

He had his back to us, holding a bloody boning knife in his hand, chopping again and again, making a "dang-dang-dang" sound.

The man seemed to hear our footsteps and turned his head suddenly.

His face was covered in blood and his hair was wet and dripping with blood.

When he saw me, his eyes suddenly became unusually bright.

My hands began to tremble uncontrollably.

Then he suddenly turned around and walked towards me, and the shackles on his feet made a rapid clash of sounds.

Soon, his neck was pulled back and he let out a scream.

It turned out that there was a steel ring around his neck, tied to the wall with an iron chain.

But I stood there motionless, whispering three words:

"Dai Yuheng!"