Rebirth Doomsday Notes

2014 has finally come to an end, and there is only less than a week left before the Chinese New Year.

The appearance of the mutated poison wiped away the last trace of the New Year's flavor at the end of the year, and the roar and screams replaced the sound of firecrackers. People who were in a state of panic all day long did not dare to expect extravagant New Year's Eve, but only hoped to live safely into the next year.

The high wall is intentionally reinforced, and the rough but thick stones are piled up to form a wall, absolutely isolating the house from the outside world.

Ge Quan'er was assigned the task of standing guard again today, but this time he was lucky, he was only responsible for the morning shift, but even so, Ge Quan'er was still uneasy.

Standing squatting under the fence, with a pair of eyes slightly exposed, Ge Quan'er carefully aimed downstairs. When his sight caught a figure at the corner of the street, his heartbeat stopped for a moment.

He is still there! ! !

It had been more than three hours since he stood guard in the morning, and that person was still standing in the corner. Although Ge Quan'er couldn't see the person's face, he could feel that the person was staring at him.

Moreover, Ge Quan'er also knew that that person was not a human being.

Downstairs by the curb, there was a dead man's head lying there, half of his face was torn off, and there was nothing in his mind.At first, Ge Quan'er thought it was a leather ball, but when it was dawn, he accidentally spotted it, only to realize that it was actually a human head.

Ge Quan'er couldn't help recalling the inhuman roar that sounded after Lao Yan finally threw the stone.

The more he thought about it, the more fearful Ge Quan'er felt. He was obviously wrapped in a heavy military overcoat, but his back was wet with cold sweat.

Is this the zombie that the first few people talked about?

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"New Year's Eve?"

Pushing the silver-rimmed mirror frame with his slender fingers, Mr. Xu looked at the others present calmly.

Lao Liu and Lao Yuan exchanged glances, and finally Lao Yuan said, "Mr. Xu, isn't it the Chinese New Year? Although the world has changed now, the people in the family are all country people. At the New Year's Eve party, I didn't plan anything else, I just wanted to celebrate and bless my brothers in the family to be healthy..."

What Lao Yuan said was reasonable, and the other people in the conference room nodded, showing that Lao Yuan had spoken their minds.

Mr. Xu did not express his attitude immediately, but turned his face and asked a man on the lower right, "Dai Wanjun, how much food do we have in stock?"

The man who was called paused, and subconsciously glanced at Lao Yuan, but when he moved his eyes, he saw the eyes of the first young man, and the man shivered a little.

"Um... the current inventory, there are still about [-] bags of rice and noodles left, and there is still a lot of cooking oil, but the vegetables are all eaten, and there are still some bacon left in the meat, but not much."

Mr. Xu frowned slightly, "No more vegetables?"

"Well, I ate the last things before they broke, and there are only some beans left, which can be stored for a long time." Dai Wanjun is the head of the supply and marketing cooperative, who is in charge of food management. He and Fat Six The work has driven the food turnover of the supply and marketing cooperatives.

The fat old sixth is mainly responsible for finding food and transporting it back to the supply and marketing cooperative, while Dai Wanjun reclassifies and manages the food, distributes the per capita ration reasonably, and realizes the maximum distribution of food.

When Lao Yuan heard this, his heart skipped a beat, he probably understood what the young man meant.

"Is there any wine left?" Mr. Xu asked suddenly.

Dai Wanjun was stunned for a moment, and quickly replied, "Yes, I brought a lot back before, and I stored them in the cellar. They were all white wine, at least 80 catties."

Mr. Xu nodded, and turned to look at Lao Yuan, "The New Year's party can be held... But, the stock at home is running out, as you heard. No matter how economical the New Year's party is, it still costs a lot of food, and Now there is no vegetable leaf at home."

Lao Yuan first heard that Mr. Xu agreed to hold the annual meeting, and he was overjoyed, but then Mr. Xu's words made him speechless, and what he said was the truth.

"Then what do you mean?" Lao Yuan asked cautiously.

Mr. Xu smiled, and the light under the lens flashed quickly, "Since it is Chinese New Year, it is natural to eat well. You have suffered a lot with me this year, and I owe you this time."

Although it was not a very touching sentence, after the young man finished speaking, the hearts of the elders in the meeting room were still hot and hot, and they kept shaking their heads and waving their hands.

"It's definitely not enough to just rely on the stock at home, and now that the weather is getting colder, it's getting harder to find food...."

"What I'm thinking is, before the Chinese New Year, send someone out again to collect more food and prepare for the beginning of the next year!"

After hearing Mr. Xu's words, Lao Yuan and the others fell into silence, especially Fat Six, who trembled when he heard that and went out to find food.

"The number of zombies will increase in the future, and the opportunities for us to go out will become less and less, so everyone must seize the opportunity, and this time, the sixth will not be required to lead the team." The sarcasm in his eyes was hidden, and others couldn't see the change in his expression at all.

"You don't need me to lead the team?!!!" Fat Old Six spoke loudly, looking at the young man in astonishment.

The others also looked at Mr. Xu with doubts and frustrations on their faces, because since the sixth child is not going to be involved, it must be the rest of the people.

Although looking for food seems to be a lot of trouble, it also bears a huge risk. Once you leave the safe fortress of the supply and marketing cooperative, your head will hang on your belt, and you may not be able to return.

"Yes, I don't need you this time." Mr. Xu said again, his stern eyes slowly examined the faces of the people in the conference room from left to right, and finally said slowly——

"This time I will personally lead the team!!!"

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