Returning to the living room, it was close to noon, and the survivors who had just settled after a series of life-and-death escapes inevitably felt an intense hunger.
"Clap, clap, clap!" Tang Xiaoquan clapped three times in succession. Although he knew that discussing matters at this critical moment wasn’t quite appropriate, an apocalypse was ultimately an apocalypse. You must be well-prepared in ordinary times to respond calmly when a crisis arises.
"Haha," Tang Xiaoquan let out a slightly awkward laugh and forced himself to speak energetically, "Uh, everyone, sorry, I know you’re all very tired now, but there are a few things we should address as soon as possible."
No one responded, and everyone just gazed at Tang Xiaoquan with unfocused eyes, making him feel even more uncomfortable.
After all, no matter how smart Tang Xiaoquan was, he couldn’t escape the fact that he was a young man barely in his twenties.
Seemingly to boost his own morale, Tang Xiaoquan cleared his throat vigorously and listed in a report-like manner:
"First, uh, we need to quickly inventory the collected supplies and then allocate daily meals based on the actual situation."
At this point, Tang Xiaoquan paused slightly, his eyes sweeping over everyone lying down. He hoped someone would volunteer for the task, but the result was...
Eyes stared widely at each other: some people yawned continuously, while others deliberately avoided his gaze.
In short, apart from the occasional zombie growls coming from downstairs, the entire living room remained in a state of pin-drop silence.
"Sigh!" Tang Xiaoquan could only helplessly sigh and then continue speaking to himself: "Uh, about this inventory, I’ll handle it, so... next item"
"There should be plenty of resources in this house that we can use, so I hope to gather them soon, make an inventory, classify and pack them accordingly. This way, it’ll be convenient for us to take them if we need to leave suddenly. You guys, who wants to..."
"Me, me, me!" Before Tang Xiaoquan could finish his words, Wang Qiang eagerly raised his right hand, patting his chest awkwardly and assuring, "This, leave this to me! I’ll take care of it! You all continue, I’ll start gathering right now."
With that, and without waiting for anyone to react, Wang Qiang’s figure had already disappeared at the entrance of the living room.
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Looks like the hardships of reality really do help people grow, Tang Xiaoquan thought to himself, though if Wang Qiang heard this thought, he might laugh his head off.
Actually, I’m just looking for a place to sleep quickly!
With his brother’s cooperation, Tang Xiaoquan’s gloomy mood significantly improved, and even his tone was no longer as low as before:
"Next, let’s talk about safety. The front door of the building is now closed, which theoretically means zombies can no longer directly attack us. But nothing is predictable; we can’t guarantee something unexpected won’t happen. So, I suggest having someone stand guard at night, with a shift system of two people per group. Does anyone have any objections? If not, let’s finalize the grouping now!"
"I’ll team up with Wu Chao!" Wen Quanjin patted Wu Chao beside him, who silently nodded.
"I, I’ll team up with Brother Qiang!" Acheng quickly said.
Clearly, he was worried Tang Xiaoquan and Wang Qiang would team up, forcing him to face the unfamiliar muscle guy "Hu Xiaodong" alone at midnight, which was a situation Acheng didn’t want to encounter.
Slightly surprised, Tang Xiaoquan hadn’t expected a dark horse to emerge halfway, but since Acheng had already spoken, he could only nod with a smile: "Then Brother Hu, it’s just the two of us as a team."
Nodding indifferently, Hu Xiaodong remained expressionless as if he were a wooden man stuck in place.
Understanding this, Tang Xiaoquan didn’t bother confirming again.
With the prior three matters settled, Tang Xiaoquan’s solemn face finally revealed a relaxed smile.
"Alright! That’s all there is to say, I’ll go prepare some food for everyone." Confidently grabbing his backpack, Tang Xiaoquan planned to prepare a good meal to reward everyone.
Seeing the bulging food backpack in Tang Xiaoquan’s hand, the young Acheng couldn’t help swallowing his saliva, nearly leaping from the sofa and eagerly following him: "Brother Quan, hehe, let me help you cook!"
A blush appeared on the young face, and Tang Xiaoquan immediately read Acheng’s intention.
It indeed wasn’t easy for this child, having just become an adult and already experiencing the loss of two close relatives. If it were him, Tang Xiaoquan wasn’t sure he could adapt as strongly as Acheng.
"Alright!" Tang Xiaoquan strongly patted Acheng’s shoulder and said with a smile: "Let’s go! Let’s prepare a feast together!"
One after the other, Tang Xiaoquan and Acheng happily carried two bags each and walked towards the door, but before they could leave, they heard a sudden shout from behind. The next moment, they saw Wu Chao’s figure flash between them:
"Hey! Qiang! Wait! Don’t open the bedroom door..."
Too late, Wu Chao was still too late. At the moment he rushed out of the living room, he saw Wang Qiang’s outstretched right hand already grasping the doorknob.
The wooden door opened as expected, and Wang Qiang, stepping inside, quickly retreated holding his stomach as if possessed.
"Ugh~" Unable to control the churning of his stomach, accompanied by dry heaves from his throat, Wang Qiang’s drowsy head instantly became crystal clear.
Rushing to the doorway, even though he had prepared to hold his breath, Wu Chao was still utterly disgusted by the bloody scene inside the room.
Pulled the door, closing it! Wu Chao didn’t want the unbearable, pungent smell to infiltrate him before his held breath ran out.
"Are you okay, Qiang!" Tang Xiaoquan could see through the gap between Wu Chao and Wang Qiang’s bodies, discerning the situation inside the bedroom, thus he sincerely sympathized with his brother’s discomfort.
"No, no problem!" With his back turned, Wang Qiang waved his hand in dismissal, forcing himself to stand straight. His face, which had regained some color, once again turned pale following the retching.
Seeing Wang Qiang unharmed eased Tang Xiaoquan’s worried heart.
His eyes inadvertently glanced at the tightly closed door beside him, causing a few wrinkles to crease on Tang Xiaoquan’s smooth forehead...