"Captain Xu, forgive my boldness, but could you tell what your plan is?"
Undoubtedly, Lin Junfu's words spoke the minds of everyone present.
Xu Renjie tapped the table twice in silence, evidently being quite cautious about it. After a mont of contemplation, he slowly raised his head and solemnly said, "Well... I'm still drafting it. The specific and detailed action plan will take so ti to develop. You've just arrived at the base and had a long journey, so go back and rest, recharge yourselves, and I'll find you once everything is set."
Without waiting for Lin's response, Xu Renjie turned to Luo Yi, who was standing beside him, and instructed, "Xiao Luo, take them to collect supplies!"
"Yes!" Responding crisply, Xiao Luo signaled to the group of survivors in the room, "Everyone, let's go!"
The location for collecting supplies was still within the player tunnel. It seed that this passage was undoubtedly the most crucial point of the entire base, no wonder the security was so tight.
Tang Xiaoquan was making his judgnts in his heart, his eyes constantly scanning around. He needed to seize this rare opportunity to morize the surroundings' layout, so it might co in handy one day.
Once the supplies were collected, the group, under Luo Yi's guidance, carrying large bags, walked out of the tunnel.
After spending over 24 hours in a dark environnt, the mont they stepped out, the glaring sunlight made it difficult for them to open their eyes.
The survivors instinctively raised their hands to shield their eyes. After a few monts of adjustnt, they sped up to follow Luo Yi's pace.
On the playground, small groups of people gathered, judging by their expressions, most were probably discussing the new arrivals.
It wasn't surprising that they were so fixated on the "gossip" about the newcors. After all, for those who've been cooped up in the "gym" for over two months, fresh topics for discussion were long overdue.
Ignoring the unusual glances from others, Xiao Luo told the group of survivors behind him, "These are the number plates for your tents. You can locate them according to the numbers on the tent's facade. Look..."
As he spoke, Luo Yi pointed to a red mark painted on the front of a tent: "It's like this; just follow this to find your tent."
"Uh~ well," after Luo Yi finished speaking, Wang Qiang stepped forward sowhat clumsily, "Comrade Xiao Luo, could you arrange a unified tent for us brothers?"
Wang Qiang's tone changed to one of respect, a stark contrast to his previous rudeness, especially with the smile he forced at the corners of his mouth, which was... quite nauseating.
Luo Yi paid no heed to Wang Qiang's "flattery." After a slightly helpless shake of his head, he affird, "I'm very sorry, but the base's tents are exceptionally scarce, and we're unable to provide new tents for your use."
"Oh, it's fine, it's fine! As long as we have a place to stay!"
Scanning the surrounding relief tents of over 10 people, Lin found that they were all packed, which proved Luo Yi's statent was true.
And after bidding farewell to Luo Yi, the survivors quickly distributed themselves according to the number of occupants provided by the number plates.
Once the distribution was complete, the two groups parted ways and began to locate their respective dwellings according to the numbers.
Their tent, number 48, was relatively in front. Though the number itself wasn't particularly auspicious, for survivors who had walked through Yama Hall a few tis, such superstitions posed no psychological burden to them at all.
Upon unzipping the tent, a foul stench wafted out. Lin frowned and walked in, only to see an elderly man sluggishly lying on a mat.
"Hey, old chap, how are you doing!"
The elderly man's indifference to the greeting was blatant, his aged face unfazed; he rely turned over to avoid their gaze and continued with his daydream.
The awkwardness of the situation did make Lin a bit uncomfortable, but since he was past the age of caring about such things, he slightly shrugged it off and moved on.
Compared to Lin's group's cold reception, Tang Xiaoquan's group fared much better.
Their tent also had occupants, but unlike Lin's side with the "lonely old man," this tent housed three people, and they were a family of three.
As soon as they entered the tent, the family naturally exhibited the vigilance one would expect. However, after Wei Yang explained things with great amiability, they imdiately relaxed and warmly welcod them.
Both parties introduced themselves. Through their conversation, the survivors learned that the family consisted of a man nad Yan Hua, 27 years old; his wife, He Jing, 25, and their daughter, the little "trickster" Yan Lifa.
Speaking of Fangfang, she was truly adorable. Though only six years old, she lacked the usual spoiling and brattiness of her age mates, everything about her exuded a bit of maturity.
Possibly due to their similar ages, Tang Xiaoquan and the others quickly beca acquainted with the family of three.
According to them, they arrived at the shelter at the onset of the apocalypse and were considered long-tirs in the gym.
Of course, it was precisely because of this that they narrowly escaped the initial disaster.
The arrival of newcors undoubtedly made tent #55 more "radiant," and Wei Yang habitually organized the supplies allocated by the base.
Opening the plastic bag, Wei Yang took inventory, and the base had allocated the following supplies:
Two washbasins, seven mats, along with basic necessities like pots, bowls, chopsticks, toothpaste, toothbrushes, towels, and clothes.
However, what puzzled Wei Yang was that there were nine of them, yet the distributed amount seed insufficient.
Later, through an explanation from the "local" He Jing, Wei Yang realized that due to the severe shortage of supplies, the base had to distribute them according to the numbers in each team when they arrived.
For example, although there were nine of them, they were spread across two tents, so items like the washbasins could be shared between them, hence two washbasins were deed sufficient.
Even the daily essential toothbrush cups were distributed based on a two-person sharing standard.
As a dical staff, Wei Yang had so reservations about this. After all, this was the apocalypse, and although resources were tight, sharing essential hygiene products like this could potentially cause an outbreak of diseases.
Nevertheless, given the current status of the shelter, Wei Yang understood that her individual efforts could do little to change it.
While she couldn't change the situation for everyone, she could make a difference for her small group.
At the very least, she was determined to diligently maintain the personal hygiene of the nine people in her team no matter what.
Inside the tent, the mbers of both groups were still engaged in lively conversation. Suddenly, a rush of footsteps echoed from afar, and soon the tightly closed tent flap was lifted from outside...
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