Please, eat this.

At this point, Delmor realized that his kindness will not always be appreciated.

These people felt that it as Delmor's responsibility to provide for them. They didn't care if it was dangerous for him to go out, they only cared if he brought back food or not.

Delmor shook his head and said: "It's dark now, I couldn't find food, you have to wait until tomorrow morning, I'll go out again to gather more supplies."

"I need some people to follow me to gather supplies, anyone want to follow me?"

Suddenly, the crowd fell silent, each one voluntarily taking a step back.

Delmor frowned and said, "How? Don't you want to look for more food?"

A young man, feeling a little embarrassed, said: "Delmor, I… I hurt my leg, it's a little difficult to move. If I follow you, I will cause you a lot of trouble, that's why…"

"I…" Another said: "I am a girl, how can I fight the zombies out there. I think… This job is more for a boy."