Rebirth: I went back to the day of the zombie outbreak

"What?"

Old Bu turned around and asked.

"Who is he?" I asked casually.

The light in the room was dim and heavy, making it difficult to see people's faces.

But I still recognized the person in front of me at the first sight.

Dai Yuheng.

His hair was disheveled and his body was covered in blood, and his prison uniform was almost stained red by the blood.

His eyes were full of disbelief, and because his neck was tightened by the iron ring, he made unclear sounds.

Lao Bu yelled at Dai Yuheng to be quiet, and then said, "He... was also rescued by our people."

He must have recognized me, too.

When he saw me just now, he suddenly became excited and even forgot the iron ring around his neck.

Wasn’t this guy rescued by mercenaries at school?

"I heard they were in a nearby mountain. They had guns and killed many of us. Finally, the warden had to step in personally to subdue them."

What Old Bu was talking about must be those mercenaries of unknown origin.

Did something happen to them after they left in the helicopter that night?

The warden was truly powerful, and he could even subdue those well-armed and well-equipped mercenaries.

Lao Bu looked at Dai Yuheng with disgust, then turned around and rummaged through a toolbox.

Dai Yuheng became restless and waved the bone-chopping knife in his hand like a madman, trying to break free from the shackles on his body.

Old Bu didn't tolerate it and picked up a fire stick and hit him.

"So the warden was very angry and locked everyone in the dungeon, leaving this young boy here to work. This boy was quite arrogant in the first few days, but after being locked up in the dungeon for a few days, he immediately became obedient. Hehehe, it's just that his brain is not very good."

At this moment, Dai Yuheng fell to the ground weakly, making a sharp "crash" sound.

His face twitched, his whole body trembled, and a low, roaring sound came from his throat.

I squatted down, trying to make my eyes level with his, trying to interpret more information from his expression and movements.

His eyes were filled with fear and despair, as if he was in hell.

Suddenly I felt mixed emotions.

I felt gloating, surprised, and full of doubts at the same time.

Judging from his appearance, he must have suffered a lot here.

He looked up at me, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and then as if he thought of something horrible, his body began to tremble violently.

He mumbled something under his breath, his voice was so broken and weak that I could hardly make out what he was saying.

Old Bu picked up the fire stick and hit it again, cursing:

"Hurry up and work, don't delay us from earning work points."

Dai Yuheng shrank his whole body reflexively, got up from the ground, glared at me with bloodshot eyes, mumbled for a while, and then continued to work swiftly.

"Why is he... a little abnormal?" I pretended not to care and asked Old Bu casually.

Old Bu was shooing away flies all over the room and didn't notice my reaction at all.

Hearing my question, he responded:

"Hey, in a dungeon, any normal person can go crazy. Put this on."

Old Bu threw me an apron covered in grease and blood, the kind a butcher would wear, and a pair of equally disgusting rubber gloves.

He took me to a pond and said, "We'll take all these things away later."

The pool was similar to the one in a bathhouse, filled with all kinds of broken limbs, torsos and heads, and dark red blood was gushing out of a hole.

After all, I have seen the world, but I still can't help but feel my scalp tingling when I see this kind of scene.

"What are these?" I asked, covering my mouth and nose.

"These are all zombies killed by the warden. Isn't that awesome? Let this guy chop the bodies into pieces for the next step." Old Bu said disapprovingly.

I couldn't help but tremble in my heart.

The warden has so many people under him, there is no need for him to do it himself.

There was only one reason why he did this, to get the zombie coins.

It’s so scary that people who are stronger than me work harder than me.

Then why should I work so hard?

"…This job is a little disgusting, but the work points are high. It can be said that this is the highest among all jobs except for those who go out to look for supplies. However, there are not many people willing to work here, unless they really have no work points left…"

At this time, the sound of iron chains rubbing against each other was heard.

Dai Yuheng came to the pool carrying a bucket full of minced meat.

He dumped the contents of the bucket into the pool, and the blood splashed all over us.

Old Bu went up and hit him with a stick again, cursing, "What's wrong with you today? You're just bluffing."

After being beaten, Dai Yuheng neither spoke nor dodged, and was like a completely different person.

He lowered his head nervously, glanced at me, and then went back to chopping up the body.

Old Bu threw the stick to the ground, picked up a large net bag, fished out the drained body parts from the pond, and put them into a cart.

Soon, the two of us filled the cart full.

Old Bu hummed a song as he pushed the car out of the basement.

Just as I was about to leave, I heard Dai Yuheng cough.

When I turned around, I saw him with his back to me, smearing the tile wall with his bloody hands.

I didn't take it seriously, I guess he was having another attack.

But when I looked closely, I saw the word "help" written on the wall.

help?

Are you asking me for help?

He used English, probably because he was worried that Bush would see it.

With such a meticulous mind, could it be that he is not crazy?

Soon, he erased the words with his hands and continued chopping.

"Follow me."

Lao Bu's voice came from a distance.

At this time, he had pushed the cart into a narrow passage.

The corridor was filled with a strong smell of blood, and rats as big as shoes ran past underfoot.

I quickly caught up with Lao Bu and asked, "What are you doing next?"

"The rest is easy. Just mash it up."

So we came to a dilapidated warehouse, facing all kinds of old and rusty machines.

"All of this was made up by the warden. He has a really unusual brain." Old Bu sighed.

We came to a large meat grinder and dumped all the body parts in the cart into it.

As soon as Lao Bu stepped on the switch, the meat grinder made a buzzing sound and several gears with sharp teeth started to turn.

The limbs that fell on it quickly turned into a large pile of minced meat, which flowed out of the exit and fell into the iron bucket below.

"This thing can even turn every bone into dust. Hehe." Faced with such a horrific and bloody scene, Old Bu had no reaction at all.

As if he saw through my thoughts, he said slowly: "In today's world, zombies are not as scary as living people, and dead people are much safer than zombies."

He took away his full iron bucket and kicked over an empty bucket to continue collecting the minced meat.

This bucket full of minced meat is quite heavy to carry.

"What are you going to do with these things?" I asked.

"I don't know about that. Let the person in the next process handle it." said Lao Bu.

"Why don't you ask others?"

"You don't know this, but our processes are separated by the people in Building A and Building B. Look at these naked zombie bodies, they are all done by the people in Building A in the previous process. I did this process, and the next process was done by the people in Building A, and the next process was done by the people in Building B. It's so complicated, who knows what they are doing in the end. Alas, the previous process is a lucrative job, and you can always dig out some good things from the corpses."

Needless to say, it was the warden's idea again.

"Then the people between Building A and Building B will know once they meet."

"No one will talk about their work. Who can trust anyone here?"

Old Bu is right.

In the last days, no one is trustworthy.

Not to mention these strangers.

In other words, if I want to leave here, I can only rely on myself.

My expression became more and more solemn, and my heart became heavier.

It's going to be much harder to leave here than I thought.

"So does this person belong to Building A or Building B?" I asked, pointing in the direction of Dai Yuheng.

"The one in the dungeon is not considered a human. Do you think he looks like a human?" As he said this, Old Bu began to laugh.

The laughter was particularly creepy in this bloody warehouse.

For the rest of the morning, Lao Bu and I repeated the same work, and the warehouse was soon filled with iron barrels.

During this time, Dai Yuheng didn't even look at me.

The two of us pretended not to know each other and did our own things.

Near noon, Old Bu prepared the last bucket of minced meat and handed it all to the guards.

After the guard finished counting, he gave him a piece of paper with the number 10 punched on it.

Lao Bu flicked the paper and said cheerfully, "10 work points. With your help, it's much easier. Normally, I have to work for three days to get 10 work points."

Afterwards, we both went to the bathhouse and took a bath.

The bathhouse and canteen are both in Building C.

It took 2 work points for two people to take a bath.

After taking a shower, I went to the cafeteria to have lunch.

Now many people are coming into the cafeteria one after another. All of them have a blank expression on their faces and are queuing up to get their meals like zombies.

I stared at the people around me, trying to find the shadows of Duan Kai and Kong Zheng.

But the people here all have buzz cuts, wear prison uniforms, and look pretty much the same at first glance.

Lao Bu said that the guards and staff here were all Hong Teng’s former subordinates, and they did not need to be restricted by things like work points.

He used 2 work points to exchange for two portions of food.

The food was lumpy and looked like curry.

I don't know what it tastes like.

Damn, these things can't be made of ground meat.

Use the corpses of zombies to make food and then feed it to the living.

Not to mention whether it would be infectious, just thinking about it is disgusting enough.

Old Bu seemed to have gotten used to it and stuffed the food into his mouth in big mouthfuls.

"Why don't you eat?" Old Bu asked me.

How did he ask that?

Although I live in the end times, at least I have never been hungry and all the food I eat is edible by humans.

During the days when we took over the supermarket, we also had several meals of white rice and barbecue.

It's really hard for me to swallow this thing now.

I pushed the food to Old Bu and asked, "I'm not hungry, you eat it. Is there no normal food?"

Lao Bu took it without hesitation and said, "Yes, but you have to exchange it for work points. Those who go out to find supplies always bring back a lot of good things."

“Can I keep the supplies?”

"That's about right. In fact, the main reason they go out is to find survivors."

survivor?

Wouldn't it add burden to the prison if so many survivors were brought in?

Could it be that this warden is really the savior?