After a day's sun on the beach, the evening Lyon and his party settled into a luxurious seaside hotel.

Although the interior of the luxury hotel has become a bit old after a few years, the interior is still as pleasing to the eye with its exquisite and luxurious decoration and high-end solid wood furniture.

After a sumptuous seafood feast, Leon left the children in the care of his two wives and a few young maids, and went alone to the balcony on the third floor, leaning back against a chaise longue, smoking a cigar, looking up at the clear starry sky and admiring the vastness of the view.

Without the industrial pollution of human beings, without the brilliant and colorful light pollution, this sky has finally returned to its original appearance.

Sometimes Leon thinks that perhaps it is precisely because humans are the pests of nature, the moths of the earth, that there is such a world-destroying punishment.

This may be nature's self-regulation, or it may be.

Just as his mind was empty, and he even began to think about some philosophical questions, Konstantin came again, and brought two panicked survivors to ask to see him.

"Giant turtles?"

"Yes, Boss."

Konstantin pointed to the two middle-aged men who were sitting on the luxurious leather chairs, fidgeting, and said:

"These two men are Marco and Chuck, and they are the workers I arranged for to go into the water to collect irradiated seaweed."

"This afternoon, they, along with a dozen other team members, all saw that huge monster turtle, and it definitely won't be a hallucination."

Leon rubbed the stubble that had just grown on his chin, looked at the two middle-aged men again, and asked with a kind expression:

"Mr. Marko, Mr. Chuck, don't be nervous, can you tell me what that turtle you saw?"

"I need to know the truth."

When the two middle-aged men who met the President of the General Assembly for the first time heard this, they immediately nodded their heads and replied in an excited and apprehensive tone:

"Yes, Your Excellency!"

"This afternoon, after lunch, we went to collect seaweed as usual, and we were going to work ............"

Twenty minutes later, when Konstantin sent off the two middle-aged gatherers and returned to Lyon's study, he found that the big boss didn't seem to care about the monster, and was leisurely leaning back in a leather chair, flipping through a famous English book.

So he asked:

"Boss, what are you going to do with this matter?"

Leon glanced up at Constantine, casually put the book in his hand on the table, and said indifferently:

"You have to remember, Mr. Konstantin."

"The world is unpredictable now, we are just a group of survivors struggling to survive, as long as it doesn't get in the way of our survival, how can we have so much energy to care about these idle things."

Seeing that Konstantin still had some worries on his face, Leon said comfortingly:

"Of course, this is also because this turtle monster doesn't show much aggression and doesn't necessarily take the initiative to provoke us."

"I'll ask the research department to come up with a way to leave a locator on that turtle and find out what is hidden in that burrow, so that I can continue to collect radiated seaweed while it's out."

"Since the two sides are at peace for the time being, then don't give us anything to do, okay?"

Perhaps persuaded by Leon's reasoning, or perhaps out of obedience to the supreme leader, Constantine did not dwell on this matter anymore, but discussed another matter with him.

"Boss, I've found a target for the new zombie city."

"It's the town of Venus, more than a hundred kilometers away from Port St. Lucie."

Speaking of this, Leon was also a little interested, he stood up, found a laptop in the study, connected it directly to the military satellite through the internal device, and soon found the small town of Venus in Konstantin's mouth.

A very ordinary European and American style town, if there is anything special about this town, it is that the location of this town is relatively remote, far from the road, if you don't look for it, it is difficult to find here.

Moreover, the various building facilities inside the town are quite dense, and as long as a wall is built on the periphery of the town, the entire town can be basically encircled.

However, as a small town less than 200 kilometers away from the St. Lucie Nuclear Power Plant, where the nuclear explosion crisis once occurred, the various buildings in Venus Town, as well as the surrounding woods and environment, were destroyed by the huge shock wave generated by the nuclear explosion, and a considerable part of it was destroyed.

It looks like a ruin forgotten by time.

Pointing to a place in the picture, Konstantin said to Leon:

"Boss, I chose this place in large part because of this medium-sized wind farm."

"Due to the topography, the wind farm was not destroyed in a nuclear explosion, and only a simple repair was needed for the town to have electricity again."

"And there are quarries and water sources not far from here."

"These external conditions are conducive to our construction of the city of zombies."

Leon pondered the favorable conditions mentioned by Constantine, observed the surroundings of the small town of Venus, and after thinking for a few minutes, finally agreed with his statement, nodded and said:

"It's not bad, let's just settle here, the location is hidden, and it is also in the radiation zone, which basically meets the conditions I said."

He closed the computer, nodded appreciatively to Konstantin, and said:

"Well done, Mr. Konstantin."

"The manpower for the construction of the wall and the renovation of Venus Town is up to you to prepare for your sub-bases."

"I'll send a construction expert and some soldiers to assist you in catching zombies in Florida where they haven't been cleared."

"Once the City of Zombies is built, we will be able to harvest a place that steadily provides special mutated zombies."

"This is enough to ensure that our zombie technology will not be stagnant due to the shortage of raw materials."

Upon hearing this, Konstantin immediately shook his head modestly, and complimented Leon and said:

"I just did what I was supposed to do, Your Excellency."

"It's your foresight that always makes me feel admired."

"We ordinary people regard those zombies as terrifying and disgusting monsters, and we never think about how to use them. Only you can abandon those worldly ideas and think of using captivity methods to enhance the power of our human connection. ”

………………

Hilltop Village, Ohio.

A secret stronghold away from the city and the countryside, away from those zombie monsters, it is located on a hillside at a high elevation, with wooden walls and a sturdy and spacious museum.

Gregory was the first to find the place, and then took in some of the survivors who came with him.

Although the mountain village itself was not rich in resources, with the advantage of being far away from zombies, they began to grow crops, hunt in the nearby forests, and go to nearby cities to scavenge for resources.

Although it was difficult and there were many twists and turns, the camp gradually developed into a shelter for dozens of people.

However, this peaceful life did not last long.

A year ago, a group of survivors known as the Salvation Army found them, killed several of their rebels with overwhelming numbers and combat effectiveness, and quickly broke up the resistance at the top of the hill.

Since then, this united and peaceful community has become the breadbasket of The Salvation Army.

Every once in a while, the Salvation Army must be supplied with a certain amount of supplies and food, otherwise killing and enslavement await them.

"How can there be such a small amount of materials this time, it is not enough at all."

"You must make an offer in the amount we have agreed."

Gavin frowned, staring at the old man in a suit and leather shoes in front of him, although his tone was flat, his words were full of threat.

"Otherwise, we'll take it ourselves."

"When the time comes, you know what to expect."

Gregory saw a faint murderous intent on the faces of the Salvation Army, and his heart immediately became timid, he was a bureaucrat and a politician before the disaster, and he had no so-called courage and responsibility in his heart at all.

Slightly frightened by the villains of the Salvation Army, he even weakened his legs, but there was really not much food left in the hilltop village, and there was no way, so he could only bite the bullet and continue:

"That'...... Then you give us a few more days, and I'll make it up to you as agreed, okay? ”

Gavin snorted impatiently, and the scolding grew stronger.

"No, old bastard, Negan's rules must be followed by all."

"I have to take the agreed amount with me today, or we'll get it ourselves."

Hearing the scolding of the little leader Jiawen, the other members of the Salvation Army also showed malicious smiles, and raised their guns one after another and aimed them at Gregory.

This disagreement is about to start a killing stance, and it almost scares Gregory to pee.

He involuntarily took a few steps back, bumped into the survivor named Jesus behind him, and slipped on his feet and almost sat on the ground.

Seeing this, Jesus helplessly propped up Gregory's body with his palms, and walked up to Gavin himself:

"Mr. Gavin, it's not that we don't want to hand over enough food, it's that this year's harvest really won't work."

"In the current situation, everyone should also know that the food in the city is basically no longer edible, and you can only rely on farming to fill your stomach."

"The fewer people we have, the less food we grow."

Jesus looked at Gavin with sincere and firm eyes and said:

"We really don't have enough food right now, and we can't do anything if we force it, but we've found a place where we should be stocking up on food."

"So, please give us three days, and when we find food, I will personally transport them to the Salvation Army base."

Gavin squinted his eyes at the man with a good temperament in front of him, and then looked at the figures who were about to move in the mountain top village behind the wall, and after thinking for more than ten seconds, he said in a deep voice:

"Negan likes people with courage, and after three days, you have to get the rest of the food to our base, and you have to add thirty percent to that."

"Otherwise, we'll let you know what Negan's wrath is."

Hearing Gavin's more excessive request, Jesus' expression did not change in the slightest, and he readily agreed.

It was not until the Salvation Army had left with all the supplies on the hilltop and had gone far away that Gregory regained his condescending attitude and said to Jesus in a complaining tone:

"We simply don't have that much food, and we haven't found a place to store supplies."

"In three days, we will give an account of what we are going to give to the Salvation Army."

Jesus looked at Gregory with eyes that hated iron and steel, said nothing, and turned and walked into the cottage.

This so-called leader is unreliable, Jesus knew it very well, but so far, although Gregory has no great merit, he has not done any major fault.

Although the residents of the hilltop village also looked down on him, they did not necessarily mean to pull him off the horse.

It's just that, judging from the performance of the Salvation Army, Gregory is too weak to continue to be the leader of the hilltop village.

If he continues to serve in office, it won't be long before the hilltop village will be completely reduced to the slaves of the Salvation Army, at their mercy.

Time was pressing, and Jesus didn't have much time to think about the troublesome things, so he packed some weapons and bags and walked out of the camp alone.

If the food can't be found within three days, there will definitely be more serious conflicts between the hilltop village and the Salvation Army, and it will definitely be the sparsely populated mountaintop village that will suffer at that time.

As someone who watched the hilltop village build up little by little, Jesus didn't want to lose his only place of refuge.

………………

Texas.

Before many people notice, a mysterious mutation has slowly spread from the East.

That afternoon, Nick left the camp with a shotgun on his back and went out to look for supplies.

It's still winter, and while the temperature in Texas isn't too low, the survivors' daily activities drain them of more energy.

And finding food in the winter is definitely more difficult than in other seasons.

But fortunately, Nick is different from ordinary survivors, he was born with a strong will and extraordinary courage, and it is precisely because of these two abilities that he stands out among many survivors and lives to this day.

Since escaping from Los Angeles, the family has gone through all kinds of hardships, almost crossed most of America, and many relatives and friends died by their side, and now they can live a stable life here for a while.

Today, however, food shortages are a problem for all small and medium-sized survivor camps.

For many survivors who have no place to live, they simply cannot afford to grow crops, whether they are marauders or wandering corpses, forcing them to abandon their hard-won homes.

After an hour of lying in ambush on the icy ground, Nick finally waited for a wild boar to come out of his trap, and to his surprise, the boar was followed by six piglets the size of jackals.

If they could catch them all, the families in the camp would be able to enjoy a fat meal of wild boar.

Thinking of this, Nick no longer had any hesitation, saw the right time, and decisively pulled the trap around him, triggering the trap he designed.

In the same place where the wild boars had stayed, two planks under the ground were dropped, revealing a pit more than a meter deep underneath.

Amid the frightened cries of the boar mother and the piglets, the whole family fell into the trap that Nick had worked so hard to dig.

For a while, the sound of humming and chirping resounded in my ears.

In order to prevent them from escaping the pit, Nick did not have time to hesitate and immediately stepped forward and stabbed all the wild boars to death with a homemade iron spear.

But when he spent a lot of effort to carry these wild boars that had been dried up into the pickup truck, he suddenly noticed that seven or eight zombies appeared a few hundred meters away from him.

Because this place is not too far from the camp where Nick and his family are, for safety, Nick picked up a machete in the car, drove the car, and slowly drove towards the location of those figures.

However, when Nick was only a few dozen meters away from the zombies, the zombies began to shake their heads as if they had sensed something, and at the same time turned their faces to the location of Nick's car.

And it wasn't until this time that Nick really saw what these zombies really looked like.

It was completely different from the zombies he had seen before, and on the shriveled and naked bodies of these zombies, a series of large fungal spores like mushrooms had grown.

It wraps its body like a plant shell.

What's even more peculiar is that the faces of these zombies, from the middle of their eyes and forehead, have been replaced by a huge mushroom-like plant, almost covering most of his face, covering all the eyes and nose underneath.

However, before Nick could take a closer look, the zombies with mushroom heads were like hounds that had found food, all focused on Nick's buzzing car.

Barely hesitating or pausing, the zombies all spread their feet and rushed in Nick's direction.

To Nick's surprise, these zombies with mushroom heads ran at a speed similar to that of ordinary people.

The distance between the two sides was obviously dozens of meters apart, and it only took a few seconds for these zombies to get half closer.

didn't have time to think about it, out of survival instinct, Nick immediately started the car, slammed on the accelerator, and swooped forward more than ten meters, distancing himself from the fungus zombies who were running.

However, hearing the roar of the car, these strange zombies became even more excited, they threw off their hands and continued to run in one direction, no matter how far away Nick was from them, these zombies were like dog skin plasters, and they couldn't shake off.

As for the idea of getting out of the car to deal with these zombies, Nick was immediately abandoned when he saw the speed at which they were running.

These running zombies are obviously much stronger than those ordinary zombies that are slow to rot and seem to fall apart at any moment.

In order not to be found by these guys in his and his family's camp, Nick simply slammed the steering wheel, turned the car around, and ran in the other direction with the zombies in hot pursuit.

This was the direction in which the fungus zombies ran over, however, after driving for ten minutes, he had just gotten rid of the tracking of those fungus zombies, and he felt even more that something terrifying had happened.

He actually came across hundreds of mushroom zombies with mushrooms on their heads at once.

Similar to the situation at the beginning, as soon as these fungus zombies heard the sound of Nick's car engine, they were all activated as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, and began to chase after Nick's car frantically.

This time, Nick didn't dare to go further in the direction that these fungus zombies were coming from, for fear of running into more zombies. Instead, he turned the front of the car ninety degrees and drove straight to the right.

Chase and stop along the way, bypassing the fungus zombies that continue to be discovered, and wait until Nick returns to the camp he and his family have set up.

It was close to four o'clock in the afternoon.

However, even though he was tired and sweaty, Nick did not dare to stop in the slightest, he did not pay attention to the wild boar in the car, but immediately ran to his mother Madison's side, grabbed her arm, and pulled in the direction of the car, while saying:

"Mother, we have to leave, it's not safe here."

"There was a large group of abnormal zombies outside, they ran as fast as ordinary people ran, and their hearing was very sensitive."

"We ordinary people, if we don't have fortifications, we can't deal with them at all."

Madison listened to his son's story a little confused, although he didn't want to believe it, but in the past three years, Nick has been very reliable, and he shouldn't lie about this kind of life-related things.

After only thinking for a few seconds, Madison decided to trust her son, and she pushed away his son's hand that was on her arm and said:

"You go and inform the others, I need to pack the supplies that need to be carried, we can't go out empty-handed, otherwise, even if we are not killed by those zombies, we will starve to death this winter."

Five minutes later, at Nick's urging, everyone in the camp took only the necessary belongings, and in the spirit of believing what they had rather than what they didn't have, they got into their cars.

Alicia, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was still a little skeptical of Nick's intelligence, she knew that Nick had been an addict before, and his private life was rampant, and no one knew if it would be his hallucinations this time.

Leaving the settlements to which they had long been accustomed while winter was not over was easier said than done, not only in terms of material difficulties, but also in terms of physical strength, luck, strength, and all aspects of physical fitness.

But when everyone got into the car, and when they saw through the binoculars the hundreds of zombies with strange mushroom heads thousands of kilometers away from them, they finally believed Nick's warning.

With a feeling of confusion and apprehension, he embarked on a journey to find a place to settle again.

A new month has begun, and I hope that readers will support me a lot.

(End of chapter)