Title: A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse
Translator: Little Bamboo Spirit
Chapter 78 - Any moment that she wasn't with the male protagonist was a waste of her life (3)
Huo Ren and his gang didn't come back.
It looked like they were in a hurry to go to that place to find the mysterious man. The yellow-haired man and the driver had been left at the end to open the front gate. Huo Ren didn't seem to take it seriously that the people he had left behind hadn't been able to catch up to the fleet of jeeps.
After locking the back entrance, the survivors calmed down a bit. The hundreds of people in the refuge sat on the floor of the cafeteria to have a meeting.
This prison had in-built defenses to prevent zombies from entering. They should be safe. Huo Ren and the others' jeeps couldn't carry much, so there was still a lot of supplies left.
In addition, there was a lot of food in the prison's warehouse. Behind the building, there was also a large vegetable plot tended by the past prisoners that was directly supplied to the prison cafeteria. There was enough food to last them for a while.
The water hadn't stopped yet. Although the electricity had been cut off, the place had an oil-burning generator. It was originally used to supply power to the guardhouse in emergencies.
Since there were no worries about supplies for the time being, the next thing on the agenda was to establish a management system that everyone can accept. Like every place with many people, cliques had already formed here.
There was a group formed from people from Jiangdong and another group formed from people from Jiangxi. In addition, there was a group made up of several dozens of students that had fled from college and numerous smaller groups.
No one was willing to give way to anyone else.
Management meant power, especially when sources were scarce. Having power meant control over resources and survival opportunities. None of the parties were willing to give in.
When they were deciding who would be the leader, they got stuck. Everyone wanted to be the boss, so no one could be the boss.
Amidst their heated quarrels, Bei Nuan quietly asked, "Why are we staying here listening to them arguing? So pointless. Let's go?"
Lu Xingchi nodded and wanted to stand up.
Jiang Fei lightly said, "The back entrance is locked. Don't we have to ask them for the key?"
"I can open it," Lu Xingchi stated, no longer hiding that he had a special power.
They had seen him recently use his power to shoot the spikes and melt the iron gate. They weren't stupid.
"Ah? You can open it?" Du Ruo took out a beef jerky, threw it into his mouth, and made an exaggerated surprise expression. "You can open a door without a key? How can you be so amazing? You hid it so well. I had no idea."
It was obvious that Du Ruo was unhappy that Lu Xingchi didn't tell him about his special ability.
"If we're leaving, isn't it better to tell them?" Jiang Fei asked. "And have them open the gate for us?"
Du Ruo passed the beef jerky package to Bei Nuan.
Bei Nuan didn't want to eat beef jerky. She wanted to drink Coke and eat ice cream. The best thing would be to dip ice cream in Coke and eat that. But that was definitely impossible to do right now.
While they were chatting, the survivors didn't stop arguing. Their faces were flushed with anger. They were one step away from fighting.
Bei Nuan quietly found the spot where the most heated arguments were occurring.
"I want to ask something." Her voice was sweet and refreshing like spring water.
The quarreling people quieted down.
"We don't want to stay here. We want to leave. Can someone open the back gate for us?"
Silence.
They had never heard of such a strange request.
There were zombies everywhere outside. Everyone was eager to stay in the safe refuge. How could there be people that wanted to leave?
Suddenly, someone in the crowd asked, "Isn't that the woman that went up the gate to save people?"
Someone in the group of students also recognized her. "It's her! She's the one that threw out a box with spikes that killed the zombies!"
"Could she have a special power?" Someone asked. This person definitely read zombie novels.
"That's possible. What happened to the gate was so strange. Could she have been the one to weld the doors together?"
Bei Nuan quickly shook her hand. "It really isn't me. I don't know what happened either. Those spikes flew out by themselves. It had nothing to do with me," she spoke very sincerely, but no one believed her.
Everyone started talking to discuss this. Bei Nuan couldn't help but ask again, "So can you guys let us leave?"
The student group's leader's eyes suddenly brightened. "I have an idea. Since we haven't been able to settle who will be the leader of Refuge #9, how about we choose her? What do you guys think?"
Bei Nuan: ???