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You were supposed to hoard supplies, why the heck did you hoard zombies!

“Mr. Zhang, it is said that you often make zombies work overtime without pay, is that true?” Zhang Ye, enraged, snatched the microphone that was pushed to his mouth and said righteously: “Who said that?” “I'll sue them for defamation!” “Someone's defaming me, you know!” As he spoke, he turned and grabbed a zombie, “Did I force you?” The zombie, silent, just went “Ugh ahhhh—” Zhang Ye immediately said, “See! He said no!” The next morning, the headlines of the Sanjiang Apocalypse Morning Post read: Zhang's Group Chairman, Zhang Ye, not only admitted to making zombies work overtime, but he also abused a zombie in front of reporters, truly a man without conscience! Our newspaper expresses strong disdain for such a person! This book is also called “Who Let You Bring Zombies into the Factory”

Warm house · Ciencia y ficción
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Chapter 87: Where's the One Calling Fellow Villager?

"Fellow villager?"

"Open the door, fellow villager!"

"We really aren't bad people!"

Tian Gou had been banging on the door for a long time, but there was still no movement inside.

"Brother Gou, stop knocking."

"Looks like there really is no one inside."

Zhang Wei saw that he was about to continue pounding on the door and immediately spoke up to dissuade him.

Behind him stood Song Hao, who wore a similarly helpless expression, having just come down from the staircase.

"There's no one upstairs either."

"There was one door that was open."

"By the time I got in, the bones were almost rotted away."

Tian Gou glanced one more time at the anti-theft door behind him, thinking that it seemed today's task wouldn't be completed.

Zhang Ye demanded that they find at least three survivor enclaves every week, but now it was almost the last day of this week, and they were still one short.

It wouldn't be good to go back like this.

No, that won't do.

You must work hard.