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(This chapter is sub-paragraphed for plot purposes)

But just when the World Tree Organization thought that there would be no more survivors here, someone survived the ruins of the outbreak of the infection wave, and that person was the future commander of Camp Northwest: Croswell. Buden.

Approaching middle age, Buden took advantage of the terrain and found a large number of weapons and equipment left behind, and while he searched for survivors to form a human team, he was forced to fight against the zombie-infected crowd day and night for the necessities of life. After gradually accumulating battles, he found that the survivors he led had magically laid a small piece of the Pure Land of the World in an area of the city of Gasalia. Clean medical care, erected buildings, and even the reappearance of schools and rudimentary convenience stores, everything is alive and well.

After waiting for hundreds of days, the World Tree's defense forces arrived to support. It is in this perilous situation that the strong-willed Budden is determined to start the management mode and form a huge team with all the survivors who have united to survive in the last days.

After several years of development, Buden gradually expanded the area of the Pure Land of Mankind that he had cultivated to the area around Mount Neppus and the market town of Kanton Lal, becoming the largest area in the world and the last epitome of human activity on the Gisellia Plateau.

As for the origin of the name "Northwest" in the camp, "Northwest" is only to coincide with the vigorous movement for the birth of human coexistence camps that were making noise all over the world at that time. It refers to all the remnants of human activities in the area attacked by the infected, with defensive facilities and endurance development capabilities, are called human coexistence camps (with the participation of the World Tree Organization in between). Because there were signs of recovery in all parts of the world at that time, and the number of survivors reappearing was also skyrocketing, in order to better consolidate and redraw the world map, the World Tree Organization issued an announcement to all human coexistence camps to leave a "foreign name", so that today there are various human coexistence camps with strange names, and the name "Northwest" camp was born. Of course, the Northwest Human Coexistence Camp is not a human coexistence camp in the true sense of the word, as it has stood out from the crowd of human coexistence camps. Its system is almost as impressive as the World Tree Organisation stationed in the north, but it is only a fraction of the size of the World Tree Organisation.

By the time the Pony led the group back to camp, it was close to midnight.

At night, the cold wind blew through the desolate city streets, and the men in charge of standing guard at the sentry post subconsciously shrank their shoulders, even if they were wrapped in large leather clothes.

After a brief conversation, the patrol team disbanded on the spot, and everyone went to their respective quarters to rest.

(-Plot Explanation Division. Pause-)

Yamakoma also lives in the residential area, but because of his special status as one of the high fighters, the room he lives in is more spacious than the others. Moreover, because he traveled thousands of miles to the ruins of the old sandstone city of Lotinnea in the Laimi Plain, he brought back the mysterious Strenhen drive watch and defeated several people of the Sand Scorpion Order, making himself famous and rising in status in the camp for a while, and became a well-known legendary hero.

However, such an honor can only briefly comfort the mountain foal in his heart for 0.01 seconds, and after a short period of relief, it is more of an endless sadness of guilt. He put down Croswell. Mr. Budden presented himself with a medal of honor, and then sat quietly at his desk, looking at a pair of erect picture frames next to the books:

In the middle of the photo is a slightly older but still faceless woman, she is the mother of the mountain foal; On the right stood herself a head taller than her; Looking at the young man who stood up straight in front of his mother, the obviously short boy was his younger brother Shan Hao......

"Brother." Shan Ju had tears in the corners of his eyes, and he silently muttered about Shan Hao. It was as if the young man, who had already died in Lotinia, was standing in front of him at this time.

The family, now only the mountain colt himself is left.

After trekking back to the northwest camp, his mood looked very changeable in the eyes of his peers (Gao Zhan). He was also plagued by nightmares throughout the night, restless, restless, unable to think about things seriously like a normal person.

Wandering, waking up from a sudden nightmare; hallucinated, saw Shan Hao push the door and walked in, called himself softly "brother", and then obediently sat on the chair next to him and listened to himself tell him a story; As if he was sick, he didn't shave his beard, didn't change his clothes, fell on the concrete floor, and slept all day - if it weren't for his peers who cared about him and found him missing to look for him, he might have slept for two days and two nights or even longer.

How long will this painful life of bereavement and walking dead continue in the future? Where is the road to the future quietly laid? What kind of existence does the future hold for him?

(-Plot Explanation Division. Play-)

"Ah, good evening, Brother Shanko? Hey. ”

Click.

Yamakoma pulled off his shirt and put it on half of his shoulder, ignoring the camp members who greeted him warmly in the hallway, and walked towards his lodgings in a daze.

"Eh......" The camp member holding the basin of cold water suddenly stopped, obviously embarrassed and turned his head to look at the back of the foal. Scratching his head, he wondered why he was ignoring himself.

At this moment, a faint "good evening" from the colt came from his back like a light flop, completely blinding the stunned camp member. He shook his head, and quickly left with the basin in his hand and with a sigh.

In this state, Yamakoma walked to the door of the house, raised his unconscious gaze, and in an instant noticed that the light was on inside the house, and the door was ajar, and there was no sound inside—what was the matter?

At first, Yamakoma mistakenly thought that he had gone to the wrong door, but when he turned his head to the left and right to confirm his observation, he realized that this was his room...... Could it be that Shan Hao is back?!

As soon as he thought of this thing, which could only be thought about but could not be realized, Yamakoma's consciousness immediately became sober. He couldn't wait, recklessly simply banged on the door and shouted, "Shan Hao!" Are you back? I...... Forehead?! ”

But when he swept his gaze inside, he was stunned for a moment, but immediately became highly nervous. The look on his face tensed, solemnly respectful of the man standing in his room, dressed in black civilian clothes, with a satchel tied to his shoulder.

"Gram, Croswell. Hello, Mr. Budden! ”

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'To be continued'