You were supposed to hoard supplies, why the heck did you hoard zombies!

Chapter 215 Not the Government

Zhao Sen's eyes lit up with a hint of surprise, and he even seemed a bit impatient.

The young nurse beside him was constantly nudging him with her elbow.

"Doctor Zhao, who knows if what he says is true?"

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The woman's voice dropped, but Zhang Ye still heard every word clearly. The look he cast their way suddenly contained a hint of amusement, while Zhao Sen's response was more comical still.

All he did was yank his arm back and said sternly,

"Don't pull and tug at me."

"I don't think Director Zhang has any reason to deceive us, after all..."

As he spoke, his gaze swept over the soldiers beside Zhang Ye, fierce as wolves and tigers, the meaning in his eyes unmistakable.

The others naturally understood this reasoning, and they all looked a little disheartened.

The uniforms on these people were obviously homemade.

They certainly weren't soldiers of the Shen Zhou government.

But one thing was undeniably real.

Guns and bullets.

With these two items, they, the doctors and nurses, had no means of resistance; in other words, even if the other party weren't good people, what could they do about it?

Better to choose to believe this young man's words than to be killed off like dogs by someone else.

What if the safe zone he spoke of was real?

With this thought, many felt their fear and unease lessen significantly, replaced by an increasingly strong anticipation and excitement.

They had initially been trapped here, and even though they later had the means to leave, they rarely went out.

The survivors they encountered were mostly bandits and criminals.

Engaging in killing and robbing at will.

Even so, the survivors they met were few and far between.

Now, hearing that someone had established a safe zone outside, their hearts instantly filled with longing to return to human society, and without even waiting for Zhang Ye's urging, they took the initiative to propose gathering the supplies here.

Zhao Sen had relaxed as well.

He couldn't even remember how long it had been since he last took a hot shower; was it half a year ago?

The availability of hot water indicated that the safe zone not only had water but also electricity.

And these two things were just what medicine needed most.

They were also what survival needed most.

If Zhang Ye had said no, it would have meant he was just bluffing. Perhaps this so-called safe zone wouldn't be any better than the hospital.

But now, this worry could obviously be put aside.

"Let's go, I'll show you around," Zhao Sen said as he walked outside, and the rest, upon getting permission from Zhang Ye, immediately acted as guides, leading the soldiers from the Combat Department straight to the pharmacies of various departments.

The two left the ward and quickly arrived at a room along the corridor.

As soon as the door opened, something was hurled their way.

Zhang Ye hadn't moved, but the bodyguard following him had already stepped forward, lifting his arm to block the attack, and then kicked the man in front of him, sending him flying out.

"Ow, ow, ow."

The man's stick had already fallen to the floor.

He just kept crying out in pain.

Seeing this, a few others rushed over to help him up, "How are you? Are you okay?"

The other people were also holding various weapons, mostly common tools or wooden sticks broken off from chairs, and there was even a woman holding half a mop, staring at Zhang Ye with dead fish eyes.

But her eyes were full of surprise.

"Doctor Zhao?"

"Why is it you?"

Zhao Sen wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, giving Zhang Ye a grateful look.

If it weren't for his bodyguard's quick reflexes, that wooden stick would have definitely hit him on the head, causing trouble, not to mention burning through a lot of medical supplies to treat the wound.

Actually, it was on his advice that these people were hiding in this room in the first place.

As soon as Zhao Sen heard the gunshots, he had already made the worst plan, which was to release all the zombies in the hospital and create a situation where either the fish dies or the net splits.

These survivors could then take the opportunity to leave amidst the chaos under the cover of the zombie extract.

It was his last help to these people.

But now the situation had clearly changed.

"This is Director Zhang."

"He has already established a safe zone outside."

"Everyone will get your belongings ready, and then leave the hospital in groups guided by the nurses," Zhao Sen said.

If it had been a few months earlier, such words from Zhao Sen would have surely met with much doubt and opposition, but now there was silence.

All the unstable elements among the survivors had been completely eliminated.

Either they died in riots and conflicts, or they became one of Zhao Sen's experimental subjects for various reasons, and the rest all became obedient, law-abiding citizens.

Their daily task was to assist the doctors in various activities.

Occasionally, they would also go out to scavenge for supplies.

But that was all.

The once busting downtown had almost overnight turned into a hell on earth.

The towering concrete buildings not only failed to provide any protection but had become a cage that hindered the movements of the living and a dining hall where the hordes of zombies feasted.

For this reason, every survivor understood the importance of the hospital.

It had medicine, it had doctors.

There were also plenty of supplies.

When Zhao Sen extracted an unknown liquid from the bodies of zombies for the first time, the entire hospital entered a period of security.

Zombies wandering in other buildings were lured and imprisoned, becoming new experimental subjects.

The supplies in the cafeteria were also collected and redistributed.

This place was like a haven.

Even if occasionally outsiders would break in, they were mostly scared away by the zombies locked in the rooms.

They thought life would continue like this until the government people came back.

But half a year passed, and nothing happened.

Nothing at all.

But what did Doctor Zhao just say?

"Safe zone?"

"You, you're from the government?"

An especially aged woman tremblingly asked.

Upon hearing this question, the others couldn't contain themselves any longer, and suddenly the room turned chaotic like a marketplace.

"You come now after my wife and child are dead! They're all dead!"

One person cried and wept as if crazed.

Others were skeptical, their scrutinizing gazes measured Zhang Ye, finally focusing on his young, privileged face and asked:

"Your father wouldn't happen to be xxx, would he?"

Someone instantly spat on the floor nearby.

"Fuck!"

"Damn rich second generation!"

"Shen Zhou has turned into what it is today because of scum like you!"

Zhang Ye's two bodyguards, like iron towers, stood in front of him, holding back everyone trying to rush forward, while he himself became somewhat impatient.

"Bang!"

The gunshot sounded abruptly.

Amidst the swirling smoke, a small hole appeared in the ceiling.

The two bodyguards stepped aside, and Zhang Ye slowly advanced, sweeping his indifferent gaze over the crowd: "You might have misunderstood something."

"The one who established the safe zone,"

"It's me."

"Not the government."