Rotting Land: Survive

The room was customarily divided into three separate compartments, each compartment separated by two layers of cardboard boxes full of clothes.

The floor was cleaned very well, and three simple beds made of cardboard and fabric were placed neatly on it.

"Wei Yang has put all the basic living necessities here for everyone!" Following Lin Junfu's pointing direction, the survivors saw three cotton fabric pieces hung on a wire suspended in midair in the corner to the left of the door frame, with a wooden stool underneath, placed with items like bowls, chopsticks, paper, pens, and candles.

After introducing the layout of the room, Lin Junfu continued: "Additionally, Xiao Wei has arranged the rooms for accommodation for all of you. Xiao Tang, Wang Qiang, and Ah Cheng, you live in this room; Wu Chao, Hu Xiaodong, you live in this room; Dazhuang, Wang Daguo, Zhao Yunhai, you live in this room;"

As he spoke and pointed, although it was unclear on what basis Wei the girl made the room arrangements, from everyone's facial expressions, they seemed to have no major objections.

"Cough, cough, the situation is roughly like this, if anyone has any objections, you can bring them up now."

After waiting silently for a few seconds, just when Lin Junfu thought this matter could be concluded, Wang Qiang suddenly came out from the back of the line, rubbing his nose: "Hehe, Lin Manager! I have a matter."

Seeing the young man's embarrassed smile, Lin Junfu also floated up with a curiosity, and he immediately smiled and asked: "What is it, Xiao Wang?"

"Oh, actually, it's... not really much..." It seemed he had something hard to express, Wang Qiang scratched his back head a couple of times, then with a bit of embarrassment replied: "It's like this, you see they call this an isolation room, my meaning is if later no one needs isolation, then leaving it empty is such a waste, what if…"

"Hahaha!" A hearty laugh interrupted, Lin Junfu's laughter made Wang Qiang awkwardly freeze on the spot.

"Don't worry, since Miss Wei Yang has put so much effort into organizing this room, we naturally want it to be fully utilized, we have long discussed that as long as there is no need for isolation, it will still be you few living here!"

After finished speaking, Wang Qiang vigorously clapped his hands, evidently really liking this place.

But it's no surprise he would have such behavior, after all, compared to the storage room's cardboard boxes and the large beds at the bottom of the building, obviously here the "VIP" compartment treatments are much better.

With Wang Qiang's "farce" adjustment, the survivors' moods also relaxed quite a bit.

Next, they followed Lin Junfu back to the factory owner's office, because the latter was eager to understand what had happened during this trip, and why everyone had gotten so much bloody flesh and dirt on themselves.

As they entered the room, a strong smoky smell immediately invaded into everyone's noses and mouths, even Zhao Yunhai, a regular smoker, involuntarily twitched his nose.

"I say, Lin Manager! Your smoking addiction really isn't small! Look at this smoky surrounding, turning it into somewhere akin to paradise!" Intentionally teasing Lin Junfu, of course, Hu Xiaodong's real intention was merely to remind the latter "while smoking can refresh you, it should be done in moderation".

To this, Lin Junfu merely gave a helpless smile and shook his head.

He certainly didn't wish to smoke like life depended on it, truthfully speaking, even when work was busy before, he would smoke a maximum of only 2 or 3 cigarettes per day, but since he entered this factory, since Old Wang fell ill unable to continue managing, all heavy responsibilities nearly weighed solely on him.

There are 20 people here, you need to manage their food, their drink, their safety, and, more importantly, nearly half of these 20-plus people are sick.

So you can imagine how great the pressure was for Lin Junfu at that time, if he hadn't met Tang Xiaoquan's group, the helpful and capable newcomers, he really felt like rushing out and rather dying outside.

Once everyone settled in the room, Wei Yang, who had finished boiling water, conveniently arrived at that moment, and she quickly served partners with hot water, but when she handed the porcelain bowl to Tang Xiaoquan, for some reason he didn't catch it.

Then…

"Crack!" The uncontrolled porcelain bowl fell, instantly shattering into pieces.

Because it happened too suddenly, even Wei Yang and Tang himself, the ones involved, froze in place.

However, a moment later…

"Damn! Quanzi! What's wrong with your hands! Haven't killed zombies till your hands turned weak, have you? Look at you, if you accidentally scalded Miss Wei Yang, what would we do?" In a righteous scold, Wang Qiang after reproaching his brother, turned his gaze to Wei Yang upfront: "Miss Wei Yang, are you okay? Did you get burned anywhere?"

"Uh?" Apparently still not recovered from the earlier shock, a moment later she leaned down and gently picked up the shattered porcelain pieces as if having no concern and replied: "It's fine, I'm okay, hehe!"

"Oh dear! Miss Wei! Quick, stop! Quick, stop! How can you pick these up yourself!" Speaking these words, Wang Qiang unreservedly kicked Tang Xiaoquan's butt: "I say can't you be a little perceptive? If you can't catch the bowl, fine, now it's broken, hurry up and pick them up yourself! Sigh~ Are you a pig?"

Tang Xiaoquan was utterly dumbstruck by the scolding, he opened his mouth to explain something, but when words reached his mouth, he found he couldn't utter a coherent sentence, then felt a strong force pressing against his back, and then…

"Ouch!" Life happens in such "coincidence", under gravitational force, causing Tang Xiaoquan to instinctively bow down, but who would have thought, the world has such coincidental matters, as he was about to bow to the lowest, Wei Yang had just finished picking up the fragments on the ground, and then she lifted her head. Hence…

Almost in sync, as the two heads inevitably collided, each let out a cry of surprise.

Now Tang Xiaoquan was truly at a loss, not knowing what to do, he apologized repeatedly: "Sorry, Xiao Wei, I didn't mean it, didn't notice you… Sigh, so sorry! Are you hurt? Did you hit anywhere hard? Shall we deal with it! Right, right! I think dealing with it now would be better, to avoid any aftereffects!"

A string of incoherent words popped from his lips, making everyone nearby puzzled.

However, the elder Zhao Yunhai and Hu Xiaodong seemed to have discerned something, each at the corner of their mouth emerged a meaningful smile.

Wei Yang slowly lifted her head, her pretty face blushing slightly, she did not directly look into the man's eyes but silently took out a new bowl, after filling it with hot water, handed it over again:

"Don't worry! I'm really alright! Hehe!"