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James gathered together the food he could feed his hunger and divided the few food he had into two or three days' portions so that we could stay a few more days in this besieged library.

Tired from the nightmare, I simply replenished my strength with a few chocolate bars.

"Gollum ......"

My stomach was still full of hunger, I huddled my knees in my chair, and when I looked up to see Andrew gesticulating, I walked up to him in confusion, and he took out a few dark chocolate chunks from his pocket like a trick, and looked like a father preparing Christmas presents for his children. He said that dark chocolate was the best way to replenish his strength, especially when food was scarce, and he was like a soldier on guard at all times, carrying some self-defense and supplies with him at all times. But just as I took the chocolate and was about to eat the dark chocolate, I saw Claire lying on the table and throwing a longing at me, but with a little timid eyes.

How do you say no to a child's longing eyes?

Defeated in an instant.

"Give." I walked over to Claire's table and bowed slightly, dark chocolate in the palm of my hand.

She sat at the table, her tiny body shrouded in warm sunlight, she blinked at me, then at the chocolate in my hand, a pair of small hands stirring secretly, but her body stepped back a little.

I frowned in confusion.

"Aren't you going to eat?" I reached forward a little further.

Claire jumped out of her chair and took a few steps back, looking down at her little white shoes.

…… Inexplicably, the atmosphere was a little awkward.

I straightened up and looked at the little girl's ponytail, puzzled.

"She has tooth decay and can't eat chocolate."

With a somewhat magnetic voice behind me, I turned my head to meet a pair of amber eyes.

The boy was wearing a black coat, with a somewhat casual outward neckline, some fine hair on his forehead, a stretched brow, and clear eyes with a little warmth, and the morning light softly illuminated his side face.

For a moment I was a little distracted.

Seeing her brother, Claire ran past me, hid behind Hall at once, grabbed the hem of Hall's coat with her little hands, leaned out a little, and looked at me cautiously with a pair of fawn-like eyes.

"I'm sorry, I thought ......" I looked at Claire guiltily.

Hall followed my gaze sideways to look at her sister hiding behind her.

"Actually, this thing is very bitter." I looked at Claire, who seemed to be a little introverted, and leaned down slightly, her hair falling to her ears, "I'll bring you something better next time." ”

Claire tugged at the corner of Hall's coat and tilted her cute little head.

In my memory, a certain figure and Claire in front of me silently overlapped......

I was stunned.

It was as if at this moment I heard the sound of the gears of time snapping and separating each other, long and long.

"Thank you."

Hall's voice pulled back my thoughts.

I looked up at the boy's calm face and straightened up.

"No, you don't."

"Hey, it's almost time to go." The girl's voice interrupted us.

I turned my face sideways to see Tina with her arms crossed behind me. She stood in front of the window, in her early twenties, slender figure with a long gray coat, long soft golden curls draped behind her, deep features, her eyes were beautiful turquoise, and the blue sea had a hint of mint.

Last night, James made a mission, in addition to food distribution, James arranged to go to each window of the church library every two hours in groups of two to check the situation around the library, in addition to going to the front and back doors to check that the locking chains were still intact to ensure the safety of everyone in the library.

Before he knew it, the wise elder had come to take on the role of leader in the makeshift group, and apart from the occasional whining from Vic, few people objected to his decision. His wealth of experience and unfazed composure, combined with his intimate knowledge of the church, made him a worthy leader.

Although Andrew ignored it.

Considering his foot injury, James did not assign Andrew a task.

On the surface, it seems that he is concerned about Andrew's injury, but in fact, he is just retaining Andrew's strength, once there is a zombie breakthrough, Andrew is undoubtedly the strongest combat power in this collective, and retaining his physical strength is the maximum guarantee of collective safety.

James was scheming, taking into account every situation, and prepared every step of the way.

But I don't know what his plans are for the imminent lack of food.

After all, we can't stay in this library without any source of supplies, and we have to be ready to retreat at any time until we find out the truth of the bloody word.

Although he didn't say it explicitly, I guess he must have had a plan of his own in mind.

It's just that I don't know if he will choose to retreat en masse or go it alone.

Wayne and Colin were on patrol this morning, and Wayne said that there were a few more zombies outside the library that he hadn't seen yesterday, and there was one that was quite beautiful.

Vic smacked his lips and said, it's a pity.

Two hours later, it was Tina's turn and I to patrol.

I nodded politely at Hall, who bowed slightly.

Tina turned, the ends of her hair curling through the air, and I silently followed Tina out of the reading room.

She frowned for some reason, and when she got close enough to smell the tobacco, she sat on the windowsill and puffed out smoke rings when she first saw her yesterday, never talking to anyone or expressing her opinion. Just watched what was happening inside and outside the library.

A gloomy promenade with a heavy humidity in the air.

Walking one after the other.

"Dah. Click. ”

All that remained in the corridor was the sound of our lonely footsteps.

"I'll check the east side, you check the west side, no problem." She walked in front and said without looking back, her soft curls slightly shiny.

"Hmm."

I looked up at the stairs that spiraled up to the second floor and stopped.

On the second floor, a dimly lit entrance, a staircase that continues all the way, is like our future leading to nowhere.