Joining The Group

It was mid-afternoon, and the sunlight above Chris's head was still burning with ferocity.

According to Chris's observations over the past two days, zombie activity is the least during this time period. Although zombies won't be killed by the sun, it is evident that they don't like the dazzling sunlight. They usually stay in place during such times and rarely move around.

Chris was able to observe and summarize the zombie activity patterns in two days. Obviously, other survivors were not fools either. Most of them probably knew by now.

Therefore, at this time, the probability of encountering survivors on the street had also greatly increased.

To be honest, Chris really hadn't thought about how to contact other survivors. In his previous life, he had read one or two novels about apocalyptic zombies, so he knew that in the apocalypse where order is broken, there are all kinds of people.

Chris's temporary idea was to develop his own reinforced zombie army first. After he has a group of powerful zombies under his control, it would surely give other survivors some courage, making them think twice before daring to offend him.

After leaving the bank, Chris asked Michael and Chad to follow him. Walking towards a community in the Downtown District, he kept the two zombies ten meters behind him, making sure they didn't look at him, pretending not to notice.

The reason for doing this was to unexpectedly meet other survivors. If someone discovered his secret, it could lead to tragedy. In this apocalyptic environment, everyone lived a life of fear and precariousness.

If people knew that Chris could recruit and strengthen zombies, they might try to kidnap him before he became strong enough, and then control him indefinitely as a tool.

After walking through several blocks and bypassing places where zombies gathered, Chris walked on a street with no trace of zombies. Outside a barbecue restaurant, he heard the door opening behind him.

Through the vision of Chad, who was following him, he also saw two people running out of the barbecue restaurant. They were two young men with flat heads wearing plaid shirts. Chris looked back in surprise.

Before he could speak, one of the men with a longer face grabbed his arm and dragged him toward the barbecue restaurant. The long-faced young man dragged Chris into the barbecue restaurant. The square-faced young man behind him slammed the door of the barbecue restaurant and quickly pushed two tables over to block it.

"Are you desperate for your life? Didn't you see a zombie following you?" The square-faced young man closed the door and pointed at Michael who suddenly stopped outside and said to Chris.

Because the incident happened suddenly, Chris was sure that Michael would quickly come back to help and kill the two young men. However, he hesitated because he didn't know what was going on in the barbecue restaurant, leading to him being dragged inside.

At this time, Chris breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the square-faced young man cursing, but his words were caring about him. Just as he was about to say thank you, he suddenly saw the scene in the barbecue restaurant and was stunned.

In the barbecue shop, besides the two young men, there were indeed others. A strong man in a black jacket sat behind a round table. There were two backpacks on the table, which looked bulging. The key is that beside the strong man, there is a beautiful woman. The woman was only twenty-one or twelve years old, with fair complexion and a beautiful face. She was wearing a light blue skirt and had an excellent temperament. At first glance, she looked white, rich and well-educated.

The woman's face was a little pale at this moment. She glanced at Chris and then averted her eyes, shaking slightly, as if scared or worried.

"Frank, shut up," the strong man shouted at the square-faced young man. Frank, who originally wanted to scold Chris, immediately shut his mouth obediently.

The strong man looked at Chris but did not speak. There was a moment of silence in the barbecue restaurant.

Chris felt a little flustered and didn't know what to say. The most important thing was that he didn't know the relationship between these people in the barbecue restaurant. If he said the wrong thing, he wouldn't have time for Michael to rush in and save him.

Fortunately, the silence only lasted half a minute.

"The zombies probably weren't alerted," the strong man said, listening for a moment, then let out a breath. He stood up, grabbed the backpack on the table, and threw it to Frank and the long-faced young man.

Then the strong man looked at Chris, squeezed out a smile, and said, "In extraordinary times, I won't be too polite. My name is Clarke, and I am a man under Brother Ben. I am out to search for supplies and survivors. Since you are destined to meet us, come with us, and you won't have to worry about supplies and women anymore."

As he said that, Chad winked. The square-faced young man, the long-faced young man, and Clarke approached Chris together, all wearing threatening looks.

"Little brother, I advise you to be honest. As long as you join us, we will be a family from now on. If you have food, we will eat and drink together, and if you have women, we will play together. It will be so fun!" Frank, the square-faced young man, persuaded with "kindness."

"That's it, have you seen this beauty? As long as you join Brother Ben's team, it will be your turn to play in two or three days at most. How about it, are you interested?" The long-faced young man said, unable to do anything else. Maintaining a threatening look, he glanced at the woman in the blue dress expectantly and couldn't help but reveal a lewd smile.

The woman in the blue skirt was so remarked that all the color drained from her face. She suppressed the shame and anger but did not dare to show any resistance. Her expression was miserable.

Chris felt a chill when he heard this, knowing that he had encountered a team searching for survivors. He had seen such a team many times in future in his previous lives.

Brother Ben, whom Chad and others call him, should be the leader of this team. He has at least dozens of people under him, and at most there may be one or two hundred people.

The core of such a team is only a dozen or dozens of people, and the rest are cannon fodder and handymen.

Male survivors like Chris must be at the bottom of such a team.

Regardless of what Frank said, it was all bullshit lies about becoming a family after joining.

If Chris were really squeezed into the team, he would definitely be beaten and scolded every day, and he had to go out to search for supplies every day.

The worst thing is that even if the supplies are found, he has almost no share.

He had to wait until the bosses above him had eaten and drank enough, and then they might be kind enough to give him something to eat, so as not to starve to death.

And for a pretty woman like the woman in the blue skirt, if she falls into such a team, her fate will be unbearable to imagine.

"How's it going, little brother, let me know if you want to join or not," Chad looked sideways at Chris, and while speaking, his right hand drooped and reached gently towards the back of his waist.

"I'll join," Chris gritted his teeth and said coldly.

In line with the principle that a good man should not suffer immediate losses, Chris thought it would be better to agree to them first.

Because no matter how fast Michael was, he would never be faster than Chad and others who could hurt people at close range.

Therefore, Chris could only give in to them for the time being, waiting for an opportunity, and then get out of trouble.

As for how to take revenge after escaping from trouble, Chris planned to think about this issue carefully.

These people actually dare to coerce me, a time traveler and system owner; they are really fed up!