Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 561 Shelter
The world seems to be forever stuck in night.

The night cannot be described as long, because it is endless.

In the dead of night, the rain seemed endless, and the kerosene lamps in the hands of the zombies appeared to burn forever.

It was like a land abandoned by civilization, with an atmosphere of decay and decadence enveloping the entire city.

What's hard to get used to is that in the dark, light becomes a synonym for danger. If you are a normal person, then hiding yourself in the darkness and staying away from the kerosene lamps that roam outdoors is the first rule for survival.

...

The natural environment, which is extremely similar to the real world in my memory, is filled with extremely unfamiliar unnatural elements.

It may not be quite the same as the hell described in traditional religious texts, but it is more oppressive than one might imagine.

Because among those wandering zombies, you might inadvertently catch a glimpse of one or two familiar faces...

...

In a completely dark valley hollow, there were some simple wooden huts and tents.

The few entrances and exits here are blocked by roadblocks made of broken vehicle wreckage, wooden stakes and other solid materials, leaving only small gaps that can be opened from the inside for people to enter and exit.

The valley is full of living people.

However, the people here hardly talk to each other.

The majority of them are women.

Almost everyone was dressed in the same heavy leather jackets, along with baseball caps and black face coverings. Although this outfit made them look a bit thicker, it couldn't hide their already petite and slender frames.

They have guns, but not many, and those weapons that make loud noises are no longer very useful.

Everyone had one; it was a three-finger-wide machete.

This is what is known as a refuge.

The refuge mentioned in Dr. Frederic Gell's letter.

……

In fact, if Milo were here, he should be able to recognize this place at a glance.

For him, this was a fairly familiar old place.

Do you remember Daisy, who was kidnapped by the zombies in the very beginning of the Robben case?
Daisy, who had already been rescued, was ordered to be taken to the church. On the way, however, a zombie wearing a shroud attacked the carriage and took her away from the scene.

That scene happened to fall into the nightmare perspective of Milo, who was in the early stages of a visionary.

Eventually, he and Rebecca found Daisy in a valley.

That's right, it's the location of the current shelter.

The difference is that the valley in the world of lucidity was a patient shelter during the Great Plague, where all the patients who were abandoned at that time, as well as the infected medical staff, were sealed and buried. Even the church, which had mastered the art of blood healing, could not save the entire kingdom. Given the limited resources, the church also had to make choices.

Of course, the priority is to save those who can repay the church in the relatively short term, such as royalty, nobles, and the military...

In short, the asylum that Milo and his group finally found Rebecca's, the buried hell on earth, became Nanwei City's last hope in this world of the abyss.

Perhaps the only survivors have already gathered here.

But this last gathering place for the living is even quieter than a cemetery.

As mentioned earlier, people in the shelter will not communicate with each other unless necessary, because any noise could cause unnecessary trouble.

Of course, that's only in most cases.

……

"Eta, the child who went missing the day before yesterday has returned."

"came back?"

“It’s a miracle. I had already thought that child was dead... God knows how he came back.”

“This is great news, isn’t it, Eta? We can’t afford any more casualties.”

...

A boy of about ten years old returned to the valley camp surrounded by people.

The boy looked disheveled; he must have deliberately smeared a lot of mud on his face, making him look completely black. If he stood in a corner, you wouldn't notice him unless you looked closely.

At this moment, the female leader, known as Eta, stepped out from the crowd, walked straight up to the boy, and picked him up. However, Eta's first reaction to her biological son, who had been missing for several days, was probably completely different from that of any other mother in the world. Instead of hugging her child and crying tears of joy, she placed the boy on her kneeling thigh and pulled down his pants.

She is checking the wound.

Eta had already smelled the blood a few minutes earlier.

It turned out that the smell of blood did indeed come from the boy.

He had a deep cut on the back of his left calf.

The boy clenched his teeth, not daring to utter a sound.

Even such a gruesome wound failed to earn the boy a single shred of sympathy from his mother.

Instead, what they got in return was anger.

"Did you wade back?"

Eta grabbed the boy's wet, muddy trouser leg.

"Answer me, won't you?"

...

Eta's voice is very pleasant.

She's the kind of person whose voice alone makes you unconsciously imagine the captivating face hidden beneath the black cloth.

However, she deliberately lowered her voice, giving the impression that she was speaking with her neck choked, and her tone was extremely cold.

The boy's trembling silence was tantamount to an answer to his mother's question.

His reaction made everyone present tense, and the rare atmosphere of joy instantly vanished.

Eta no longer needs to repeat the question from before.

She gripped the boy's hand, her tone harsh and fierce, as if the boy before her wasn't her child at all.
"Before you kill everyone in the camp, tell me your return route in detail, without any deviation."

Then, she took out a strip of cloth and wrapped it around the boy's leg wound, put his pants back on, wiped away the tears on his face, held his head, stared closely into his terrified eyes, and said in a voice only the two of them could hear:
"We have to make up for the mistakes we made, child."

She shoved a sharp dagger into the boy's hand.

"Wipe your tears."

Having said that, Eta stood up and announced to everyone in the shelter in a loud voice:

“The Blood Follower must already be on its way. Our only option is to follow the trail of blood back to its original location and intercept it along the way.”

……

The camp suddenly became a bit noisier.

The crowd continued to discuss it.

"That's a Bloodseeker... Do we... do we have the ability to kill it...?"

"And Eta, we can't guarantee that only one Bloodseeker smelled the blood, right?"

“Everyone, Eta is right. Time is running out. If the Bloodseekers discover the location of the camp, everything will be over. My advice is to set off as soon as possible.”

"This is suicide."

"Does that mean you're scared?"

"Do you think your machete can slice through the skin of a Listener?"

"My bullets are fine."

"Idiot, if you fire, the whole forest will be filled with zombies, and no one will survive."

"If the Bloodseekers were to break into the camp, who do you think would survive?"

"So we should go and rush to our deaths, right?"

"Yes, it means going forward to die willingly."

"ridiculous."

(End of this chapter)