On 4.23, today came five down-and-out survivors, who wanted to eat everything in their mouths.

Poor them, they don't know what it is like to be hungry. If it weren't for the fact that they didn't have "other living survivors" on their menu, we would have thought they were zombie incarnations.

4.25, some of us got into a fight.

The reason was that one group asked another group to go out to fetch water, but they were refused.

I feel that we urgently need a clear system to constrain our behavior. These independent groups are clearly breaking our conventions. But I can't help it. They've grown, and everyone in the camp has joined various groups, except me. Who made me the owner of this flour mill!

4.26, I was elected as a leader by them. The reason is simple, I don't belong to any group. Moreover, I am the only owner of this flour mill

Then I promulgated my rules. Strangely, none of them objected.

I thought they would object to me making rules for them. Who knew that the order was implemented so simply.

I don't think it's that simple.

4.27, as I expected, no one wanted to listen to my orders, and my rules were like a blank sheet of paper, non-binding.

I say mine, they do theirs.

4.28, many of us are showing symptoms of malnutrition. Everyone is powerless. Some even lay on the ground and couldn't move for a moment. They will only wait there for the steamed buns that will be given to them every day. When the end didn't happen, there were workers toiling in my flour mill every day, and now, this camp is more like a refugee camp!

Who says we're not refugees!

Vegetables, I didn't even like these things at once. But right now, we don't even have any condiments. Including me, the factory manager, the food is exactly the same as what they eat.

4.30, we need a tunnel!

This was first proposed by the people who lived here. He said that if everyone is besieged by zombies, everyone still has a way out.

I think this is a good proposal and easy to implement.

It's much easier than building a bigger wall!

Oh yes, outside the walls of my flour mill, another wall has been built!

Three meters long, two meters high, and twenty centimeters wide.

Of the three people who originally built the wall together, the other two had already given up, and one was holding on. His name is Zhang Kai. Nobody cared about him. Maybe he's the only one in the camp who is energized every day.

Regardless of his business. There are a lot of tools in the flour mill. We can start arranging for people to take turns digging the tunnels.

5.1, today it is the people of Zhang Village who are responsible for digging tunnels. I think I'm used to calling them that. Although I know, it's not a good thing. I think we have to be united, we can only have a single name, which is survivors, not a few hateful groups based on geography.

5.2, we saw the vegetables!

The only one who was building the wall, he brought back today not bricks and stones, but a cart of vegetables.

Tonight, we held a celebration party.

Half of the vegetables pushed back were eaten.

Although those vegetables are already a little rotten due to improper preservation.

But who cares about this. It's good to have a green grass to eat these days.

It makes me feel like the camp is getting a little bit more energetic.

5.3, there are five people who accompanied Zhang Kai out today to look for bricks, stones, and vegetables.

Zhang Kai was reluctant to take them, so they suspected that Zhang Kai was "eating alone".

After they repeatedly promised to obey Zhang Kai's orders, the five of them set off.

They didn't make it back that night.

Let's hope they're just delayed by something.

Hopefully they'll be back tomorrow with the rising sun.

No one is digging tunnels today.

Everyone's mind is all about "how to bring back vegetables" and "why haven't they brought back vegetables yet". No one wants to work.

5.5, it's been three days, and there's no need to wait.

The two people who went out again today also failed to come back in the evening.

The vegetables that Zhang Kai brought back have been consumed. But Zhang Kai is a person, I don't think I'll ever come back.

I think we have to ban this kind of going out to die in the future. Going out to find vegetables is a bottomless pit!

If this continues, sooner or later we will run out of food.

But who cares about that.

And no one listened to me.

They just waited for me to distribute food to them every day.

The key to the warehouse is always in my hands.

This is the last thing that can guarantee my authority.

I remember, I wish I was the director of this flour mill.

5.7 Five people came today.

We took him in.

The way they looked at me sent chills through my eyes.

I always feel that those people have a strange vision.

Now we have a total population of 203 people.

5.8, Two of the five men who came yesterday were sick. There was a doctor among us, and he examined those two people. The doctor told me secretly. These two people are inflamed in the esophagus.

It's because I eat too much raw meat.

For some reason, I can't help but think of "cannibalism".

I felt the need for me to isolate the three of them.

5.10, a huge team came today.

Our flour mill is even a little crowded.

They used to live in the factory over there.

But the factory was breached by a horde of corpses!

Their factory was surrounded by a horde of zombies. Seeing that the walls of the factory were about to be knocked down by the corpses, they had to flee in all directions, and finally converged outside and found the place.

Now, we have a total of 523 people.

On 5.11, we restarted our original plan - Tunnels. Their factory originally had more than 600 people! But because I didn't prepare the back road, two-thirds died!

Now someone is finally paying attention to the issue of "authenticity".

We've increased a lot of efficiency, and I feel like we'll be able to complete our project in less than 7 days.

On May 12, someone finally rose up and rebelled.

It's the ones who come later.

I knew they weren't at ease!

They are not satisfied with their treatment and want to be treated better.

Although everyone is treated the same. At the very least, I have a rule that they are given as much food as other indigenous people.

Even if you may be deducted by others in the process, it shouldn't be too bad.

But, excuses, this kind of thing, never pursue its authenticity. Even if you confirm that the excuse is fake, they can come up with a bunch of more excuses.

The point is that it's already happening. They do ask for autonomy!

I'm still their leader, but they have the final say in everything.

I had no choice but to do it. If my head wasn't under their knives at the time, maybe I could have been tougher.

What does it matter? Anyway, I don't have any prestige if I can come. All I know is that I used to be the owner of this flour mill.

It doesn't matter anymore.

5.15 They sent me a steamed bun today, and there is one less one.

I heard that there was not enough food.

I heard that another vegetable has been found.

I heard that these vegetables are still very well preserved.

I heard that these vegetables were swallowed by the leaders.

But their leader, me, knows nothing.

Luckily, the guy who brought me food was very cheerful and willing to talk to me about the changes in the camp.

5.17, I heard that someone had repaired my treasured little telegram. Oh, my God! It was a gift from my grandfather, and I took it wherever I went, but they had to hold it in my hand like a toy!

Other things, I heard that everything is fine.