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Chapter 43: Forty-Two Chapters - "The Only Antidote"They brought back supplies; we finally have something to fill our stomachs with!"

"The People’s Liberation Army uncle is back! Will mom and dad have something to eat now?"

The sanctuary was abuzz as people saw the huge load of supplies carried by the managers, Yang Changxu and his team. Their faces welled with excitement and greed, but the sight of the guns at their waists reined in their greed, and they could only wait hopefully.

"Let’s distribute the stuff to everyone, old rules apply, no distinction of age or gender, it will be divided equally per head," instructed Yang Changxu to the man beside him as he and his companions separated, each carrying a large bag of supplies. Then he watched as the man gradually distributed the goods.

Suddenly, he saw a woman rush over, her child crying "wah wah" in her arms.

"Director Yang, Officer Yang!" the woman wailed pitifully: "Our Panpan is really too hungry, that little bit of food truly isn’t enough, please, please give him a bit more to eat..."

"Oh dear... ma’am, please get up..." Yang Changxu wanted to help her up, but the woman was clinging to her spot on her knees before him. Reluctant to pull her away, he had no choice but to reason with her: "The accessible supermarkets have been looted, and some are full of zombies that we can’t break into... We only have so much, there isn’t enough for everyone, we can’t play favorites..."

He was still speaking when a young woman in her twenties also started to cry:

"I... I can’t stand this life anymore... can’t get full from eating, don’t know where my parents have gone, I really don’t want to play this game, but I don’t want to die either... how can I get out of here, I don’t want to play anymore, I want to be a spectator... sob sob sob..."

"Uncle, are you a People’s Liberation Army uncle? My mom’s been quarantined in that little room over there, when can she come out?" A child tugged at his trousers: "Dad is gone, and mom told me to listen to uncle, but I really miss mom..."

Yang Changxu was firmly fixed by everyone’s gaze and felt somewhat at a loss.

... Despair.

A pervasive despair, an almost tangible despair, hung over the small sanctuary.

Even though death wouldn’t be real, these people still didn’t want to experience dying. Whether by starving or suicide... a bad life beats a good death.

If they could just survive these fifteen days, they might be able to choose to become spectators and not enter the next world.

The human desire for survival exists in any situation.

"Everyone, don’t panic, stay calm... our squad goes out to collect supplies every day, we will help everyone survive..." Yang Changxu could only stabilize people with this promise. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, as if he thought of something. He fumbled inside his chest and took out the half-bottle of purple antidote that Su Ming’an had thrown to him, shaking it in his hand:

"—Look, everyone! We’ve already made significant progress, we’ve obtained a perfect cure for the zombie virus from the generous Number One Player! As long as we continue re

His abdomen ran into a dark shoe sole.

The person standing at the doorway kicked him back in the stomach, sending him flying back in an arc faster than his charge.

The teenager holding a blood-stained fire axe stood at the entrance, the daylight casting a long, slanting shadow behind him.

Sunlight scattered over his shoulders, brightening him with a halo of light, but the eyes that looked inside were chillingly dark.

He observed the chaos with a detached gaze, then shifted his eyes to the somewhat disheveled Yang Changxu.

"Do you think these people are worth saving?" he asked.