Initial Establishment of the Survivor Camp

"Item List:

Level 2 Apocalypse Bomb (1000 Energy Points) (Quantity: 5): [Explosion power can seriously injure a second-level mutated being, explosion damage radius is 10 meters, one-time use]

Level 4 Apocalypse Martial Arts Treasure Box (500,000 Energy Points): [Upon exchange, you can randomly open a level 4 martial arts inheritance crystal, the crystal can only be used by oneself and cannot be transferred to others.]

Level 2 Space Ring (10,000 Energy Points): [Contains space-time technology, can store objects, volume of 10 cubic meters.]

Level 3 Supernatural Tree Seed (1,000,000 Energy Points): [Matures in one year, produces a supernatural fruit every three months after maturation.]

Level 2 Strength Enhancement Potion (200 Energy Points) (Quantity: 3): [After use, strength attribute increases by 2 points.]

Level 1 Hair Growth Potion (50 Energy Points): [After use, quickly grows a head of beautiful and black hair.]

Level 1 Watermelon Knife (200 Energy Points) (Quantity: 3) [Possesses resilience comparable to a first-level mutated being, cuts through metal like mud.]

Anthony scanned the list of items. He definitely wanted to buy the Level 2 Apocalypse Bomb since his bombs were nearly depleted. He glanced at the Level 4 Apocalypse Martial Arts Treasure Box and the Level 3 Supernatural Tree Seed out of curiosity. Looking at the items, Anthony sighed helplessly and said, "Purchase 5 Level 2 Apocalypse Bombs, 1 Level 2 Space Ring, 5 Level 1 Strength Enhancement Potions, and 3 Level 1 Watermelon Knives."

As for the Level 1 Hair Growth Potion, Anthony couldn't help but smirk. He felt his hair was already quite good, so he didn't need it for now.

In the next moment, the mechanical voice of the system sounded quickly.

"Ding! Deducting 16,200 energy points, purchase successful! Items are automatically delivered within a two-meter radius of the host, please check."

In an instant, a dazzling white light flashed. Several potions appeared before Anthony. He immediately picked up the Level 2 Space Ring from the ground. It had the same color as the Level 1 Space Ring, but the only difference was a very small transparent sphere embedded on it. After putting it on, information about the ring flooded into his mind.

"10 cubic meters, I can catch my opponents off guard by summoning my Tang Sword." Anthony muttered to himself and then waved his hand, storing the other items on the ground. Next, he went to the backyard and began practicing the Nether Qi Technique.

July 15, 2024, 8:00 PM.

Under the supervision of Cheryl, Lynn, and Annabelle, Ron led fifty survivors to quickly enclose an area of about three acres around the Dawn Base to create a survivor camp. The camp was primarily formed by using two rows of houses as isolation walls, and the ends were enclosed with metal sheets and wood, barely creating a separated area. Lynn reported this to Anthony.

"Everyone is on this roster, including their ages and their occupations before the apocalypse." Lynn said.

Anthony scanned the roster and one name caught his attention. Chuck, Mechanical Engineer, five years of experience. Anthony silently remembered the name and said to Lynn, "You've done well. Next, I'll take some food from the warehouse as construction rewards. How to distribute them is up to you."

"What about after that?" Lynn asked.

"Tomorrow, I'll give you a form to fill out." Anthony considered and replied.

This matter couldn't be taken lightly. The base's food supply was limited, and he couldn't suddenly provide a large amount to these people. Moreover, those foods were rich in spiritual energy and could increase attribute points. He couldn't simply distribute them to this group of survivors.

"Okay," Lynn nodded.

After waiting for a while, Anthony retrieved the supplies he had obtained from Ross downstairs. It was enough for a meal for thirty people, consisting of compressed biscuits and compressed vegetable packs. He handed them over to Cheryl and said, "Take care of these food items. Cook them into a big pot and distribute them to fifty people."

"Is there anything else to instruct?" Lynn continued.

Thinking for a moment, Anthony took out a pickled egg and two pieces of rock sugar and handed them over, saying, "Give the pickled egg as a reward to Ron, and give the two candies as rewards to Yesi and Amos. Remember, you need to make the other survivors feel the difference between them and Ron's group. They should understand that only through dedication and contribution to the base can they receive additional rewards."

"Understood," Lynn nodded solemnly. She was familiar with such methods.

"Alright, I'll leave the rest to you," Anthony concluded, leaving these words before heading upstairs.

Meanwhile, at a corner near YangHe Bridge, a man leaned against the wall, cursing loudly.

"Nicola, this bitch! After all, I'm your husband, and you're treating me like I'm nothing! And you, Clark, you bastard! Where the hell do you want me to find supplies?" Duane looked at the completely darkening sky and his surroundings, feeling a wave of despair.

Just as Duane was about to lay down and find a place outside to rest, several moving light sources in the distance caught his attention. He secretly observed. Those light sources were moving towards his direction. From a distance, he could vaguely see several young people holding torches. He counted and there were five torches.

Seeing this, Duane forgot everything else and immediately dashed out from the corner of the wall towards the direction of the five torches. On the other hand, those young people were carrying machetes, and their expressions held a hint of resentment. One of them complained, "We've been searching for so long and haven't even seen a ghost. Three hundred people? I think even thirty would be hard to find!"

The leader's face turned pale, and he immediately lowered his voice, saying, "Hagan, don't fucking talk nonsense. If you want to die, don't drag us down with you!" As soon as he said this, the others who had come along immediately showed fear, as if they had thought of something terrifying, and they closed their mouths.

Hagan was also frightened, his hairs standing on end. He hurriedly clasped his hands together and trembled, "Ollie, please forgive me. I didn't mean it." After a while, the group finally eased their tense emotions. At this moment, a figure running suddenly appeared before them.

Hagan's eyes lit up, and he immediately shouted, "Jamie, look, isn't there a person up ahead?"

"A person? Where did this person come from?" Jamie tightened his grip on the machete and looked in the direction that Hagan was pointing.

In the apocalypse, it was rare to see humans on the streets, let alone survivors who would come out to search for food at this time. Jamie had to be prepared.

Looking carefully, they saw a man in his thirties. Although his clothes were disheveled and his hair was messy, he didn't appear to be a zombie based on his facial expression.

"Let's go over and take a look," Jamie motioned with his hand, and the four remaining companions raised their machetes and walked quietly towards the figure.

Duane saw the group of five young people who had noticed him. His excitement grew, and he shouted, "Brothers, are you also out here looking for food?"

" can talk, he's a human," Jamie's eyes brightened, and a hint of joy appeared on his face. They had been worrying about not finding anyone, and now, someone had come! His lips curled into a smile.