100 ways to be a scumbag boss

He left like the wind.

But in a moment, the announcement on the radio resounded throughout the base...

"Attention all residents of the base: Do not look at the blood-red moon!

Attention all residents of the base: Do not look at the blood-red moon!

Attention all residents of the base: Do not look at the blood-red moon!"

The serious and familiar voice made Jinhuan curl her lips, but the smile soon faded away. She raised her head and looked towards the empty space in the air.

That direction...

The zombies buried in the snow had their capabilities enhanced by at least 30% under the amplification of the blood moon.

Under normal circumstances, a zombie siege would cost a huge price to pay with the current capabilities of humans, let alone after the blood moon appears.

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"Wow, Mom, look, there's a red moon in the sky!"

The little boy finished speaking, but did not wait for his mother's response.

He turned around blankly, only to find his mother staring at the blood-red moon in the sky, her body tense.

At the beginning of the apocalypse, their father was infected by zombies in order to protect them.

It was his mother who went through untold hardships to bring him to the Haishi base closest to home.

Neither he nor his mother has super powers.

Fortunately, they came here early and resettlement housing was not so scarce, so the mother and son were allocated a small apartment of 30 square meters.

The only single room is a small cramped toilet where you can take a shower.

But even so, both of them were very satisfied.

Although life was hard, at least they had a place to stay, at least they were still alive, and as long as they were alive, there was hope!

On weekdays, my mother helps in the kitchen in the canteen to earn some basic energy points.

The days passed in an orderly manner...

Ming Shi is a good person. Every time the base harvests a lot of supplies, he will send people to deliver some survival necessities to everyone.

The temperature suddenly dropped these days, thanks to the thick quilts that the base prepared for everyone in advance.

As for these underage children, Al-Qaeda organized supernatural beings to educate them for free about the types and characteristics of zombies, and taught them how to save themselves and escape at critical moments. They also invited martial arts teachers to train everyone's physical fitness every day and provide them with one free meal a day...

"Mother?"

The little boy called out again tentatively.

The woman looking at the moon remained motionless in that direction. This strange appearance made the children instinctively feel fear.

He suddenly remembered the scene when his father was infected.

His father, who still had some consciousness, was afraid that he would hurt them after turning into a zombie, so he asked his mother to tie him to a chair and lock him in the basement.

Whenever he woke up in the middle of the night, he always remembered the loud banging of the iron door.

Until I left, the nightmarish memory was gradually buried.

Mom looks a lot like Dad did when he was first infected.

The little boy stepped back trembling.

First, completely close the bathroom door and lock it...

The heartbeats continued.

He squatted in the corner, covered his mouth, and tears fell one by one.

There was suddenly some noise in the quiet living room.

The little boy's heart skipped a beat and his eyelashes trembled in fear.

Soon, there were sounds of objects being knocked down outside one after another.

He hugged himself tightly, not daring to make any sound!

The chaotic and disorderly footsteps gradually approached.

"Dong, dong, dong..."

My heart is beating like a drum!

"bump!"

A pair of blood-red hands suddenly pressed against the frosted glass and wooden frame door of the bathroom!