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Time flows like water, neither hurried nor slow, capable of soothing pain and taking away everything.
The person has passed, and no amount of sorrow can change that; those who remain must continue on this seemingly endless road.
Five days have passed since the Square of Bloodshed Night, making it exactly a week. Setting aside the casualties, the actions of Song Jiu's team in seizing control of the Riverside Fortress were undoubtedly successful. They have become the new masters of this place with their strong presence.
These five days have not been easy. A dark cloud looms over the camp, casting a shadow over both the Living and the Zombies, leaving an unshakeable gloom in their hearts. This unease stems not only from the bloodstains that still mar the square but also from that young yet shrewd man. The image of Song Jiu stained in blood left an indelible impression on everyone, quelling many restless thoughts within them.
Sometimes, fear does not arise from what someone has done but from the uncertainty of what they might do next.
The oppressive feeling brought by the endless deep sea far surpasses that of an earth-shattering event; the calm following a furious storm can have a similar effect. So much has happened in just two days; everyone has their own calculations in mind. Based on what they have heard and seen, people believe that a major upheaval is imminent in the camp, and all lingering issues will likely be swiftly resolved by that young man, potentially leading to many unforeseen consequences.
Some are open and forthright, while others are anxious and unsettled. The camp appears to have returned to calmness, yet undercurrents swirl beneath the surface as everyone speculates who will be the next unfortunate soul.
However, Song Jiu has not provided them with any answers.
He remained silent and restrained, at least on the surface.
Liu Yan sought out Song Jiu several times, intending to clarify some questions regarding the Zombies and the mention of the twenty-seventh Zombie that night. Liu Yan valued Song Jiu's trust and was eager to mend relations between the Zombies and his team. Yet, Song Jiu seemed disinterested in listening; whenever Liu Yan spoke up, he would casually change the subject without explanation or hint, as if he had no interest at all. Liu Yan found this puzzling; initially thinking that Song Jiu was brewing another bloody incident, but as days passed, he only saw Song Jiu busying himself with construction around the camp, wearing a smile for everyone as if nothing had happened.
The more Song Jiu acted this way, the more uneasy others became; after all, his behavior that night hardly resembled that of a magnanimous person.
Liu Yan approached Luo Yu and Xin Mengfan for answers, but both women responded identically: "I don't know anything; don't ask me."
The invisible pressure gradually settled down as time passed and the camp became busier with various tasks. Human energy is limited, and even a Zombie could not continue to harbor suspicion amidst the tedious physical labor.
Only Chef Jia returned to her usual indifference. While others were unaware of what Song Jiu was thinking, she could guess a thing or two. Now was not the right time for settling old scores; the overall situation in the camp had stabilized. Both the Militia and the Zombies had calmed down and accepted Song Jiu's leadership. Internal troubles had been resolved, and the urgent matter at hand was the impending external threat. Thus, it made perfect sense for Song Jiu to mobilize everyone while the iron was hot. After all, questions could be addressed later; as long as people were alive, answers would not run away.
Chef Jia felt a sense of admiration for Song Jiu. The success of a team's leadership largely depended on its capable assistants. Luo Yu, Xin Mengfan, and Jiao Ziqian did not disappoint her. Although they had different personalities, their efficiency and execution capabilities were outstanding, as if they had been working together for a long time. With only twenty or thirty people, they exhibited an extraordinary level of tacit understanding.
The little girl was buried within the camp, in a patch of wild land outside the warehouse—a small mound with two oil pines planted on either side from outside the camp. A Hai had not fully recovered from his severe injuries; with limited medical resources in the camp, he barely clung to life. He suffered from a severe concussion and could not get out of bed yet, enjoying VIP treatment as Pockmarked Girl and Xiaofei took turns caring for him. As for that couple in the underworld, they were consumed by flames, leaving behind countless worldly affairs.
The next day, Jiao Ziqian drove back their old truck, accompanied by Xin Mengfan and Xiaofei along with two Cherokees. Additionally, ten male Zombies dispatched by Liu Yan followed them.
Chef Jia did not ask much; sometimes power transfer was simple—just nod more and speak less, treating everyone well. The cafeteria remained Chef Jia's territory. Following Song Jiu's orders, the food standards in the camp had significantly decreased; half of the meat stock had been dried or pickled to extend its shelf life as much as possible. Moreover, they sent people to build two Vegetable Greenhouses and sowed all the seasonal seeds that Chef Jia had stored.
The breached wall was not hurriedly reinforced; after all, even a robust log could not be moved by Zombies. The camp lacked heavy industrial facilities, making it difficult to rebuild the original Log Wall. However, this did not stump Song Jiu; she transformed the gap into a side entrance. The massive construction vehicle Us did not have guns but plenty of water; mixing quicklime with water would scald those bastards to death. Pan Sheng'an blurted out a curse in excitement, causing Chef Jia's expression to change slightly.
"By the way, Brother Jiu also mentioned building new housing. Sister Jia, you're a leader now; I guess you'll be moving into a new house soon," Pan Sheng'an said without realizing he had misspoken, wearing a fawning smile as he added, "Whatever requirements you have for housing, I’ll make sure to take care of it—Chinese style or European style is fine."
"Anything is fine; just keep it simple and clean," Chef Jia replied with a smirk that she couldn't suppress. No wonder Xiaofei and Pockmarked Girl had been inseparable from Xin Mengfan these past few days—they must have switched careers to renovation.
The camp was bustling with activity both inside and out. Song Jiu stood at the top of the main gate, arms crossed as she coldly observed two people chatting at the entrance with a complex expression in her eyes.
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