The defense of the mourning community

Manhattan in the dark night was lit with a warm light, and the announcer on the radio used very concise words without any fancy decorations.But on the contrary, it was this kind of straightforwardness that made everyone's hearts tighten.

The fewer the words, the bigger the matter. This is the truth that everyone knows.

This is not a regional suffering, but a world-class disaster. Instead of hearing the safe zone they wanted to hear from the radio, everyone shed tears because of the estimated number of survivors.

A number that is not small from a mathematical point of view, in such a huge country, in a land area of ​​960 million square kilometers, in comparison with the previous population, it seems so small .

It is too easy to say numbers, but it is too difficult to say people's passing.

Too many people's life is over before it starts, and some people have to say goodbye even though they have seen the world but still have unfulfilled wishes.

Happy and happy families are shattered in an instant, some people become lonely, and some families leave the world together, it seems that they can barely comfort themselves, this is another kind of reunion.

People in Manhattan are feeling very heavy now. They are the lucky ones who survived sitting in the community, but what about those relatives and friends who are not around?Are they still alive?

The reality that everyone has been deliberately avoiding has been torn off the covering cloth called Manhattan, and it is displayed bloody in front of them, making everyone face up to the world.

Some people are weeping in low voices, some people are looking up at the sky.In the pitch-black sky, there is clearly the same moonlight, but after all, it will never shine on some people again.

Dalong took out the tissues in his pocket and handed them to Liang Xirui who was sitting beside him. He couldn't say comforting words to stop her tears, but he could only pass some tissues to prevent her tears from falling to the ground.

The tissues on Ling Qing and Yi Chengli were also distributed to the people around them. When Yi Chengli looked at Ling Qing and found that there were no tears on his face, he was instantly relieved.

If he cries again, he can only contribute his sleeves.

And he looked at Ling Qing, but Ling Qing was also looking at him.

Ling Qing asked in a low voice: "Aren't you worried about your family?"

"I'm worried, but not as worried as they are." Yi Chengli paused and said softly, "I'm just a little worried about my mother. I don't know how she is. I hope their family will be safe."

Ling Qing deliberately asked: "What about your father and brothers and sisters?"

"It's okay for my dad to talk, but it's not easy for my brothers and sisters." Yi Chengli leaned closer to him, and the two thighs were pressed together, and there was a rustling sound from the friction of the fabric.

The heat was blowing in his ears, and Ling Qing heard his voice with a smile: "I hope they are safe here, maybe they are hoping that all the Yi family members except themselves are dead, and they are going to celebrate with champagne."

"So I don't care if they are safe or not. It doesn't matter if they are alive or not." Yi Chengli paused again as he spoke, "Of course this is because my family is not bankrupt. If they are bankrupt, it would be better for them to live. This way more people pay off their debts.”

Ling Qing hesitated to speak, glanced at him and muttered, "A scheming man."

"That's what makes a wise man worry too much." Yi Chengli corrected him.

Ling Qing snorted: "Whatever you say, anyway, I'm the only one in my family, so I don't quite understand your troubles."

Yi Chengli remembered the difference between Ling Qing and himself, and immediately fell silent, recalling what he said just now, did he violate Ling Qing's taboo?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, and he frowned.

But Ling Qing seemed to have guessed his inner thoughts, and said in a low voice: "Don't think too much about my words, I just mean it literally."

"How do you know I'm thinking too much?" Yi Chengli asked.

Ling Qing looked at him and asked with a smile, "What do you think?"

In the dream, the two slept in the same bed for so long, they were the closest friends before falling out, there are some things about Yi Chengli that others don't know, Ling Qing may not know.

Yi Chengli quickly realized what he meant, looked at Ling Qing for a moment, then suddenly smacked his head lightly with his head and said, "I might as well not have a family, and my household registration has been withdrawn a long time ago. Strictly speaking, I’m the only one in my family.”

"So?" Ling Qing glanced at him, interrupted what Yi Chengli was about to say, and said in a low voice, "Listen to the news first."

Yi Chengli hesitated to speak, but now is really not the time to say these words, so he immediately calmed down and listened carefully to the news that will follow.

After the report on the situation across the country, there was finally good news in the news.

Now all the troops have been dispatched to rescue and clean up, but due to the impact of zombies, the number of troops has also decreased, so they can only spread from the transportation hub city to the surroundings.

And in the city, starting from places such as hydropower station signal stations, the supply of resources necessary for residents' survival must be restored as soon as possible to facilitate subsequent actions.

It's just that no one knows when the water and electricity supply will be restored, and no one dares to guarantee it. Any time guarantee is a gamble on human life.

Just when everyone was a little bit hopeful, the announcer changed his subject and said, "But the situation is not optimistic now. Spring is coming, and the temperature is about to rise. Zombies walking outside may become a breeding ground for bacteria and viruses..."

Ling Qing's heart skipped a beat, and her mind fast-forwarded to summer, when it was hot and hot, zombies were stinking, mosquitoes carrying germs were flying around, and food was hard to preserve and deteriorate due to the high temperature.

"No."

Yi Chengli suddenly heard Ling Qing speak, and when he turned his head, he saw a serious expression on his face and said, "We must not delay until the weather warms up. We must take advantage of the cold weather to get rid of the zombies."

The radio broadcast continued to broadcast: "Once again, we appeal to the broad masses of the people across the country to unite, not to give up the hope of survival, to help our compatriots while ensuring their own personal safety, to participate in various material delivery and rescue operations, and to save us. our motherland, our hometown.”

"This is the end of today's news broadcast, and we will see you at the same time next week."

The excited people were taken aback for a moment. They didn't expect the news to end so soon. Qin Dali subconsciously looked at Wei Chuan and asked, "Isn't it half an hour a day before? Why is it only 15 minutes a week now?"

Wei Chuan quickly explained: "Now the conditions are limited, and we must not be able to compare with before."

"It doesn't matter, one week is one week. First, everyone has something to look forward to." Yan Shuai turned to look at the neighbors and said, "Second, the frequency is not high. If there is no progress in the daily report, everyone will be anxious after hearing it."

Everyone nodded and said yes, and Dr. Meng also felt that doing it once a week would be better for everyone's mental health.

Yi Chengli looked at Wei Chuan and said, "The radio said that we are required to actively participate in the rescue operation, so we will all follow your command, Soldier Wei."

"I also listen to the orders from above. The specific implementation of actions still needs to be changed according to the actual situation. If you have opinions and suggestions, please let me know. I can't act arbitrarily and arbitrarily alone."

Wei Chuan said that the actual situation here is still that the residents know better than himself.

Ling Qing looked at him with a worried look on his face: "We can't wait until the weather gets hotter. The zombies mutate at a very fast rate now. If they wait until the hot weather, they will rot and stink and run around with germs, plus mosquito bites, the scene will be terrible." It's harder to control."

"That's right, what if we're fine, but we're bitten by a zombie-biting mosquito, wouldn't we be finished?" Wang Chunfa became anxious, "Have we prepared insecticide and mosquito coils in our community?"

Qin Dali glanced at him: "No matter how much you prepare, you will still be bitten. Don't scare yourself."

"Changes caused by rising temperatures are also what we are most worried about now." Wei Chuan said frankly to the Manhattan residents in front of him: "Originally we wanted to deal with the street as a unit and then in the form of regional division modules, but now Everyone knows the situation, there are too few people.”

Dalong, who had memorized all kinds of data just now, nodded again and again: "This is understandable."

Yi Chengli had a thought at this time, and immediately said: "No matter how other places are, our community still has enough manpower. Although it is not said that it can clean up the zombies in a district, the Golden Street next to our community can try. Let's solve it."

The ice and snow weather came a few days ago. First, nature helped weed out a group of zombies that were not resistant to cold, then Qin Dali shut down a room of zombies with one shot, and finally everyone was killed again during the voluntary move for the Shi family. A group of zombies were killed, so the number of zombies near Manhattan is not too much now.

"Could it be possible to take advantage of our Manhattan advantage and build a safe zone centered on our community in our street?" Yi Chengli looked at Wei Chuan and asked.

Wei Chuan listened for a while, then fell silent and began to think about the feasibility of this proposal.

The situation in the Manhattan community is special. The residents here are strong and strong, and there are heavy trucks nearby. If a plan is carefully formulated, it may have a miraculous effect.

"Wait a minute." Ling Qing said suddenly at this moment: "Even if we deal with the zombies, what should we do with them? We can't just pile them up on the side of the road, right?"

Zombies are also people before they become zombies, and they are also their neighbors or even friends and relatives.Although a dead person does not know what is going on behind him, but a living person still remembers it.

"Even if it's a mass cremation, there must be a way to deal with it." An aunt sighed, "I can't just let people just lie on the side of the road without shelter from the wind and sun, how pitiful it is."

Ling Qing nodded: "That's what I mean, but we have no way to solve the cremation problem. We can only see if there is a way for Warrior Wei."

Everyone chattered and discussed. In the several battles with the zombies, the Manhattanites won a big victory, and they were not afraid at all. They basically agreed with Yi Chengli's words.

Instead of waiting for someone else to save you, start saving yourself.Didn't they survive by saving themselves for the past half month?

After listening for a while, Wei Chuan quickly stretched out his hand and said, "Everyone, don't worry. I don't have the right to make a decision on this matter. I need to report to my superiors. Moreover, the weapons and manpower are very tight now, and I may not be able to get everyone a satisfactory answer after reporting. , I hope everyone understands.”

Yan Shuai, as the owner's representative, said: "We all understand this, but I also hope that you can give us feedback on our situation. If we need to do something, everyone in Manhattan is duty-bound."

The owners responded in unison, Wei Chuan repeatedly nodded and tried to stabilize their emotions and said: "I will report this matter tomorrow, but everyone must not act on their own, and must ensure their own safety."

Everyone responded again and again, but after returning home, they all agreed that the Manhattan rescue operation would be carried out, and began to prepare quietly at home. Those with knives sharpened their knives and their swords sharpened their swords. If they had nothing, they did pull-up exercises. Body.

From time to time, planes fly by in the middle of the night, and the sounds that usually feel noisy have now become a lullaby for everyone, and even dreams have become peaceful.

Many owners who haven't had a good night's sleep finally got a good night's sleep tonight.

The author says:

Ling Qing: I understand you better than you think.

Yi Chengli: Then stick it.

The folks in Manhattan have started some pre-war training.