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Ban Qingya stepped out of the bedroom and looked at the group of people gathered in the living room, offering a gentle smile.
"The wound has been treated; it's not serious. However, since we don't have any anesthetics, Yu has temporarily fainted from the pain. We may need to wait here until she wakes up before heading back to the camp."
Hearing that their companion was okay, the group in front of the living room breathed a collective sigh of relief.
"That's great! As long as she's fine. That wound looked so horrific; we almost thought we wouldn't be able to save her."
"Yeah, these Mutated Zombies are truly terrifying. Even though being scratched by them no longer spreads the virus, do they really need the virus to kill? If a Normal Human encounters them, there probably wouldn't be anything left of them."
"Well, we're still lacking weapons. If each of us had a submachine gun, we wouldn't be running scared in this city. At least those Second-Stage Zombies wouldn't dare to provoke us easily."
"Haha... you're thinking too much! A submachine gun? Why not just imagine that we all have an eight-barreled Gatling gun that can fire thousands of rounds in a minute, turning walls into rubble? Any Zombie that comes our way would be dead."
"Pfft... Do you think you're Superman? Who could handle a Gatling gun? Just its weight alone and the recoil when firing—given your skinny frame, do you really think you could manage it?"
"Isn't this just fantasy? Can't I indulge in a little daydreaming?"
As Ban Qingya's words fell, the previously tense atmosphere in the living room relaxed. The young people who had supported each other through the apocalypse began to laugh heartily and joke with one another.
Ban Qingya stood aside, watching these vibrant young individuals with a smile of satisfaction, choosing to remain silent.
If there was anything in her life worth remembering and being proud of, it was that when the apocalypse struck, she had gathered those willing to follow her through her own strength.
With her abilities, she led everyone through the most dangerous and chaotic times and gradually established a foothold in this city overrun by Zombies.
Before the disaster struck, she was the President of the student council at a local university in Pear City and was quite popular among students.
When the apocalypse began and countless people turned into Zombies, she decisively led her classmates who were willing to follow her out of the school. The emergence of Zombies and what she observed made her realize that densely populated places like schools would become true hell on earth.
It was this wise choice that spared her from being trapped within the campus, surrounded by a sea of Zombies.
She brought her followers to an area near downtown where the population was relatively sparse and settled down.
They cleared out the Zombies in their vicinity and continuously rescued and accepted Survivors they encountered. She established fair rules and ensured order within the Survivor camp—unbeknownst to her, she had become the queen of a Survivor camp with hundreds of people, an unquestioned leader.
She never gave up on any Survivor she could save, nor did she let any criminal who threatened everyone's safety go unpunished.
In fact, during the early days of accepting other Survivors, the camp was unstable due to chaos and fluctuating morale.
She showed no mercy to criminals, executing three rapists and robbers in front of everyone, and expelling more than ten conspirators who intended to sow discord. By using the toughest yet gentlest methods, she gained the support of everyone in the camp.
As the leader, many people had advised her half a month ago not to continue joining the Food Search Team.
Most members of the Search Team rotated in and out, with only a few volunteering for long-term duty. Everyone knew the dangers faced by this team that sustained the camp's survival.
Especially now, with an increasing number of Mutated Zombies and the city becoming increasingly unsafe, every time Ban Qingya went out to search for food, it felt like dancing on the edge of a knife.
If it weren't for the fact that only Ban Qingya knew the terrain of their destination, she wouldn't have joined the Search Team—people in the camp would not have allowed her to take such risks.
This time, they were searching for a possible Arsenal.
According to a report from a Survivor in the camp, there might be an unknown quantity of soil-based munitions hidden in a building on Cross Street. Although those were firearms manufactured by Black Workshop, their power was not weaker than that of ordinary guns.
If they could get their hands on these firearms, it would greatly enhance the camp's armed forces. Faced with increasingly powerful Mutated Zombies, Ban Qingya and her team would no longer be defenseless.
Unfortunately, that Survivor had only heard about Black Workshop before the apocalypse and did not know its exact location.
In the entire camp, only Ban Qingya was familiar with the terrain nearby. So two weeks after leaving the Search Team, she rejoined them as their leader to guide them.
Initially, their path was smooth; the Search Team consisted of seasoned survivors who knew how to cautiously traverse the city without attracting large groups of Zombies.
However, just as they were nearing their destination, they suddenly found themselves in a strange urban area—somehow, there were far more Mutated Zombies here than on normal streets.
The seemingly endless waves of Mutated Zombies at Second Stage appeared to have been driven here by some monster from elsewhere.
Despite their careful avoidance tactics, they still encountered a powerful Second-Stage Zombie.
In the end, relying on the Second-Stage Zombie's fear of sunlight and their numerical advantage—as well as humanity's intellectual superiority over Zombies—they managed to fend off the creature and escape.
But one companion was injured during the battle; she was clawed by the Second-Stage Zombie, leaving a horrific wound that nearly pierced her body. Even in peacetime with advanced medical conditions, such an injury could lead to death if not treated promptly; how much worse was it now in this collapsing world?
Fortunately, the rescue team's supplies were relatively intact. With the assistance of Ban Qingya, a former doctor among the Survivors, they managed to save a dying companion.
As she watched her comrades relax and laugh, Ban Qingya quietly stepped aside, a smile of relief spreading across her face.
The members of the rescue team held her in high regard, and she enjoyed the company of these enthusiastic young people. Under her leadership, her Survivor camp was not like some others that were chaotic and ruled by the law of the jungle.
Here, the best and brightest emotions of humanity were preserved. In this city besieged by Zombies, it shone like a beam of sunlight piercing through the darkness, warming everyone's hearts.
Friendliness, mutual assistance, and support for one another were qualities that stood out as precious in this dark apocalypse.
However, on the outskirts of the lively crowd, a girl around sixteen or seventeen quietly withdrew. In a corner where no one noticed, she slipped away from the living room.
Her face was filled with loneliness and guilt, starkly contrasting with the cheerful sunlight surrounding her.
Ban Qingya paused for a moment and noticed the girl slipping away. She glanced at her laughing companions in the living room, shook her head, and followed after the lonely girl.
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