章 19: Richard
In a three-story building in Levon city, a bloody and desperate battle was taking place.
Outside the building, there was a large horde of zombies, almost a thousand of them rushed inside as if their lives depended on it, but they were being blocked by a barricade, if it can be called that, it was a pile of objects stacked a few on others in a clearly improvised way, it was made up of chairs, tables, cabinets ... you could even small objects such as books and paper.
It was not difficult to see that this barrier was quickly made as an emergency resource.
Luckily, the barricade only needed to cover the door and windows, otherwise it would have already been traversed by the insatiable army of the undead.
"Attack, attack !!"
"Reinforce the right flank, they are breaking through!"
"Shoot, fuck, what do you have the guns for?" "Shoot"
Inside the building there was a crowd of people defending the barricades as best they could, these people were dirty and most were showing signs of slight malnutrition due to lack of food, in general they had a pitiful appearance and before the apocalypse they would have been mistaken with beggars.
However, these pitiful people looked like hyperactive athletes at this time, they moved from side to side with agility, carrying a variety of weapons, if they can be called that, these 'weapons' were kitchen knives, baseball bats , golf clubs, iron bars ... basically anything they could use to smash zombie heads.
Also, although they looked malnourished, they moved with surprising agility, they looked like athletes in top shape just the speed at which they were moving.
"Let ten moves to the left flank, let those on the right use cold weapons, our ammunition is limited, those in the center keep pushing, we can't let them in!"
Standing in the back were several people giving orders and organizing the survivors, desperately trying to hold the line of defense.
But no matter how much the survivors shouted and how fast they moved, the barricades were slowly giving way by the relentless push of the undead.
"Faster, faster! At this rate we won't hesitate for long!"
Shouted a man in the back, as he rushed to help.
This man's name is Richard, and he is the leader of this group of survivors.
When the apocalypse began, zombies began to appear everywhere and people were also constantly contagious, in this situation, terrified people hid where they could, those who had the bad luck that the game will start when they were on the street alone they could escape to the safest place in sight.
The building where these survivors are is an old military base that later ended up being remodeled into a residential building.
Although it was remodeled, it still retained its original structure, with few places to enter except for a door and a couple of windows.
As a result, many people ended up escaping here.
It would have been understandable after ensuring their safety, people would start fighting for power and privilege, after all, in the apocalypse, there is no law.
Well, that was not the case, and this is because of Richard, he is a former military man and has combat experience when the apocalypse started, it only took a few minutes to kill the first zombie of him, there was when he discovered the system.
From that moment on, he began to rescue all the people he could find and helped them kill their first zombies, those people then followed him while looking for a safe place, in the end, they found this building easy to defend and difficult to attack, and decided to settle there.
The building's residents and those Richard rescued numbered about 60 people.
Although it was difficult, Richard managed to mediate between the people in the group and establish a basic order, preventing them from falling into anarchy, at the same time that he organized people into small groups to go out to hunt zombies and get food.
At first, people were deathly afraid of zombies, but after Richard taught them about the system and showed them how to easily hunt down zombies, most managed to suppress their fear.
After all, apart from their disgusting appearance, the only thing to fear from zombies is their large numbers, they are weak, slow and without intelligence, anyone with a stick can kill one if they put their mind to it.
Things were going well, people were leveling up steadily and were finding plenty of food around, with a little more time, they could even make their way to a nearby supermarket and secure enough food for a whole month.
Unfortunately...
Richard smiled bitterly as he recalled the heinous event that occurred just two hours ago.
At that time, he had just returned with a group of people from looking for food abroad, it was noon, so it was time to distribute the food rations for all the survivors.
Everyone quickly gathered in the lobby on the first floor, which is the largest room in the building, waiting for the daily rations to be distributed, they were hungry and impatient, but did not dare to rush, rules were established that clearly stipulated that the rations they were distributed at noon, and it was sensible not to break the rules, the last one who tried it ran out of food for a day to find out.
Finally, the time came, the survivors lined up and waited for their turn, when they received their food, they went to a corner and began to eat carefully, the portions were not many, but for now they were enough to survive.
At least that was the way it was for most.
"This is outrageous, do you think I can survive with this misery ?!", shouted an obese and bald man to the man in charge of distributing the rations.
The latter frowned in annoyance at the furious fat man.
"This is what it is, if you want more rations you will have to go out to find food and contribute"
Richard had established a system based on merits, the rations that one received were equivalent to his contributions, these contributions do not have to be going out to look for food, it can be cooking, covering windows, transporting loads, etc.
There were too many things to do right now.
As for this fat man ... he did not do anything, he only ate and slept, so he received minimum rations, which consists of a small package of cookies and half a liter of water.
Although it still seemed too much to the manager, in his opinion, this guy who does nothing should not get even a drop of water, his rations can be used on people who work and take risks getting everyone to continue with a lifetime.
"You ... I've had enough!"
The fat man suddenly pulled a pistol from his belt and shot the man, luckily the man reacted in time, putting almost all his points in agility, which gave him surprising speed, so he dodged the bullet by throwing himself to the ground in the instant the man pulled the trigger.
Unfortunately, the noise of the shot attracted many zombies, then these attracted more zombies and these more zombies, forming this huge horde.
Richard was beginning to despair, he didn't see the way out of this damn situation alive no matter how much he thought, it just didn't seem possible.
At this moment, a guy next to him called out to him.
"Richard, you have to see this!"
Richard turned his gaze and ran to the man.
"What is it, Franky, you know this is not the time to ...?!"
His words stopped midway as he gaped at the shocking scene reflected through the window.
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