During the cleaning of the unit this morning, no survivors were found.

In the afternoon, I sorted out the packages in Cainiao Station, opened all the packages that were confirmed to be unowned, classified the items, and then recorded them in the account book.

There are all kinds of supplies, but unfortunately, the clothes are the most expensive now, and there is actually clothes. Almost every house has a wardrobe.

While working, Feng Chenchen came here, looking like he had just woken up, and seemed a little careless.

Not long after, the fifth survivor, the middle-aged man also came. The middle-aged man was called Chen Jiale, and he said: I want to find a job.

Feng Chenchen also wants to do something with him now, otherwise she really has nothing to eat. Now there is initial order, she has no ability to steal, and she dares not steal. She is not convinced but cannot complain that Zhang Zimin controlled the supplies in the entire community, because Feng Chenchen knew that if it were not for Zhang Zimin's existence, it would slowly turn into hell because of the existence of Yang Xian and Datou, and his female sheep was just meat.

No matter how hateful Zhang Zimin is, he will at least give himself the so-called minimum living allowance for this sheep.

Well, this is not actually a popular sign.

Considering that they are the entire force of this community, they can only recruit them first.

Regarding recruitment, Zhang Zimin felt that it should be done more seriously. But in his current state, he has no time or ability to create a sense of ritual. There are too few people, and there are too many preparations in the community to rush to do it.

So I could only remind them of some rules and precautions that I thought of temporarily.

Finally, Zhang Zimin said, "Those are the only ones for the time being, and I will add and improve the others. Now, as a member of the ruling party, the highest government official known and surviving in this district, in a state of emergency, on behalf of the government, I will grant you the postal civil servant status as a soldier, and the work rules will be arranged separately."

Since Old Chen had served as a soldier, as a habit, he stood attentively and saluted.

Because of an inconspicuous package, he really trusts Zhang Zimin now. This is credibility, and this is the result of Zhang Zimin’s grassroots work in special times. These things will not fall from the sky, and even my mother doesn’t understand them. They are the first level of dragon-slaying skills taught by my grandfather. This will also be the evolutionary route of the great people.

Immediately, Wang Xiaoai expressed dissatisfaction: "Damin, you are the leader of the general. You should make some powerful oaths or something. Ai shouted me to go..."

I couldn't finish talking and got a palm on the back of my head.

Fortunately, it did not affect their liking for little loli.

The little girl said again, "So what are we doing now?"

Zhang Zimin said: "Division of labor, Feng Chenchen sorted out the station, no, now I renamed this place to the mail hub center, Feng Chenchen sorted out the categories and bookkeeping, became familiar with the business as soon as possible, and made some plans for usable materials."

Feng Chenchen looked in the mirror and tidied up his instrument, and said, "I know, I know, I was born as an accountant."

Damn this, also called a warrior?

But although Zhang Zimin's face was a little dark, he didn't say much. After all, he had no right to choose now, so there were only four people available, including a woman and a loli.

Zhang Zimin said again: "Old Chen takes Wang Xiaoai and she knows the entire process of cleaning the unit building. She takes you to adapt. You are responsible for cleaning up the units, find survivors and deliver packages."

"Okay." Chen Jiale never talks much.

Zhang Zimin went home and got him a set of equipment like himself. So Chen Jiale and the others worked.

In addition, it was put into use of walkie-talkies for the first time. This thing is not expensive. Before the disaster, Zhang Zimin prepared dozens of them...

The division of labor and cooperation was much faster. Before the evening, Zhang Zimin found a property management warehouse, which had all kinds of tools inside. There were also a bunch of metal gallon barrels that could be used to hold gasoline.

So I took the pipe and planned to pull out the oil from the fuel tank of the vehicle in the community.

Gasoline is definitely a strategic-grade material now and has a very volatile nature. If it is left in the car fuel tank, it will be gone after a period of time.

But before I could open the gas tank cover lock of the first car, I suddenly heard someone calling for help in the street outside. The sound was very small, and the distance seemed to be a little far?

It was too quiet after the disaster, which made the sound more obvious, and Feng Chenchen also heard it. She ran out with a scared look, alerting the zombies around her and said to Zhang Zimin: "What happened?"

Zhang Zimin has changed a lot. It seems that every day, he looks calmer, and even lacks human feelings.

After hesitating for a second, Zhang Zimin said, "You stay in the community, remember to keep in touch with Xiao Ai Lao Chen, I'll go out and take a look."

Feng Chenchen was even more scared, "Don't go, it's scary. It's all evening. It's dark early in winter. You're only one. What if something happens to us? Who will protect us?"

Zhang Zimin raised his hand to look at his watch. It was indeed dark not long, so he ordered, "Don't be at the post station, notify Lao Chen to stop the team immediately, and then you will be prepared together and wait for my call to support you at any time. But remember the first principle: Once it's dark, no matter whether I come back or not, I will definitely not leave the community or not, I cannot leave the room door, close all doors and windows, and try not to make any sound."

"Brother Min..."

The more I said this, the more I became a little scared. But helplessly, Zhang Zimin had already left.

It’s useless to be afraid, this is the status quo.

In fact, if I put aside the selfishness, if the cry for help was just now, it would have been a more desperate mentality and urgently needed to wait for help.

Thinking of this, Feng Chenchen began to fully trust Zhang Zimin for the first time...

After leaving the community gate, Zhang Zimin sealed the door with iron wire and trotted halfway in the direction of crying for help.

This was the first time Zhang Zimin left the community. The outside was more chaotic than expected, with garbage everywhere and blood everywhere. The vehicles that hit or didn't hit were parked all over the street, and half of the doors were open.

Occasionally, I saw mutated into zombies but were fixed on my seat belt. I screamed, stretched out my hand and moved around like swimming, but couldn't get out. Anyway, they were always unable to stay idle, including at night.

There were very few corpses lying on the ground. After running for a while, Zhang Zimin found only one.

This means that the established armed survivors have not set foot on this street for the time being, and few corpses mean that zombies have almost never been killed.

Since I have never been killed, there should be many zombies on the street. However, there are very few zombies I see now.

"Maybe... the zombies that just called for help have concentrated the zombies?"

Zhang Zimin accelerated the speed, which meant that the other party was more dangerous.

If one living person dies, one less person will die, which also means that one more monster will make humans more dangerous.

But Zhang Ziwen couldn't sprint blindly, and could only be vigilant to trot at half speed.

This is to guard against the zombies that suddenly rushed out of a corner. Zhang Ziwen had discovered them a long time ago. The closer they were, the more low-key they were, but relatively "insidious".

The streets have been blocked by various vehicles, and the sidewalks have been intercepted by merchants' tables, chairs, electric vehicles, shared bicycles, etc., all of which are obstacles, resulting in quite dangerous and inefficient progress.

Half-speed trot is for fault tolerance, so it is not easy to trip. In addition, the reserve power (speed) is very large, which makes it convenient for "restarting and overloading" to escape when encountering threats.

Zhang Zimin has a foundation in these aspects. He has always been a sports committee swimming team in high school and when he went on. Although he is a little thinner and not strong, he has good physical fitness. In addition, in order to deal with the doomsday, he also did a lot of homework with his brilliant mind...

After leaving four hundred meters, the light at dusk began to become a little weak.

Sure enough, a bunch of zombies gathered in front of him, and at the same time, they saw a man and a woman carrying bulging backpacks. They were intercepted by shared bicycles and electric bicycles. When they were walking around, the woman tripped and fell down. The man hurriedly pulled her up.

This delay caused them to lose the opportunity to break through the endless obstacles and the possibility of being surrounded by zombies.

In the end, they seemed to be afraid to take risks and chose to enter a small clothing store on the spot, but they didn't have time to close the roller shutter door.

Zhang Zimin is very familiar with this place, and he knows if he doesn't look at it. There are two glass doors in the clothing store but they can't lock them. They can only rely on pushing the door to block the zombies, but they probably can't hold on for too long. The zombies move slowly but have a lot of strength. Zhang Zimin has discovered that when he beats zombies in the community to practice.

And there are also no zombies inside the clothing store, otherwise there will be attacks inside and outside, and as long as one of them falls down, they will really kneel down and will definitely be captured.

There was such danger on the streets during this period, which is why Zhang Zimin has not left the community for a long time. It may be better in the suburbs, but the two sides of things determine that there should be other more dangerous things in the suburbs. Zhang Zimin hasn't figured out what it is.

"Help! Help..."

Two young men, one man and one woman were holding back the glass door in the clothing store, but more than a dozen zombies that had gathered were pushing the door wailingly, and the zombies around were continuing to concentrate.
Chapter completed!