The Walking Dead: Rebuild

Chapter 33 Recruitment Team
July 7th, time is like running water. In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed.

After a month of adjustments and improvements, the operation of the Umbrella Company gradually returned to the right track. All departments performed their duties, and the survivors had a clear division of labor and cooperated with each other. The atmosphere of a civilized society was gradually restored in the organization.

Interstate 83, Georgia.

Glenn was driving a heavily modified Jeep heading down the road toward the Atlanta Umbrella base.

Sitting in his passenger seat was a young girl who looked cute but had a serious expression. She was holding a black assault rifle tightly in her arms, biting her lip, and with a hint of cynicism in her eyebrows.

The girl's name was Judy, one of the two abused girls in the chemical plant. After joining the security department's combat team, she took the initiative to apply to recruit the team in order to find those brutal predators and protect them. More good people.

Seeing that the girl had firm beliefs, Leon agreed to her request after a little consideration. In the hopeless doomsday world, a person's beliefs are very important, which often determines her ability to survive.

Glenn held the steering wheel and glanced at Judy from time to time. After careful consideration, he couldn't help but say:

"Judy, don't worry, Boss is a good man, and he will definitely save those detained survivors."

"I will also help you speak."

Judy nodded heavily and said to Glenn with gratitude:
"Thank you, Glenn, you're such a good guy."

"I know that Mr. Custer is an upright leader who will never ignore death."

"I'm just very angry, and I still can't figure out why when such a disaster strikes, those damn bastards not only don't want to unite the survivors and help each other, but they do such evil things."

"Aren't they afraid of going to hell after death?"

Seeing the girl's expression gradually becoming fierce, Glenn sighed slightly and said:
"Maybe they think it's hell now."

After reinstalling the Jeep, followed by an RV equipped with bulletproof armor, Andrea was comforting a crying middle-aged white woman with a cup of steaming coffee.

For the past half month, the recruitment team has been patrolling the two interstates 83 and 84 around Atlanta.

Every once in a while, they will place a huge bulletin board and a box of living supplies. The bulletin board details the lofty ideals and recruitment guidelines of the Umbrella Company, and attaches the coordinates and routes to the Maple Leaf Apartments that have been cleared. .

After more than ten days of diligent arrangements and patrols, they had recruited a total of 12 survivors for the base.

And this morning, they searched for this middle-aged woman with injuries all over the road.

The woman’s name is Mela, and she is also a native of Georgia. Her husband is the owner of a local winery. After the disaster, he took his family and the next-door neighbor’s family to hide in the winery, relying on the supplies of the winery for a living .

A week ago, they kindly took in four survivors who wandered together. Unexpectedly, they were kidnapped by these survivors that night and shot dead the host of the neighbor's house.

Not only that, this group of wandering thugs not only insulted her and the hostess of the house, but also used the children of the two families as hostages, forcing all their adults to go out to search for supplies every day, and would beat and humiliate them if they resisted at all.

Meera has always wanted to ask someone for help, but after searching for a long time, she only met Andrea and her group today.

"Don't worry, Ms. Mera."

Andrea had a kind smile on her face, she gently stroked Meira's back, whispered comfort, and said:
"I have already reported this matter to our boss. He has sent troops to rescue your family and is on his way."

"It won't be long before you and your family are out of danger."

"Thank you so much, Ms. Andrea."

"Please help me thank your boss."

The white woman accepted the hot coffee and expressed her gratitude through tears.

Andrea nodded, turned to the middle-aged driver who was driving, and asked:
"Joel, how far do we have to go to Outpost 3?"

Joel, a middle-aged driver, had a cigarette in his mouth and said calmly: "There are still 3 kilometers to go, we will arrive in about 10 minutes."

When Angelia's recruitment team arrived at Outpost 3, three medium-sized pickup trucks equipped with bulletproof steel plates were already waiting there.

Seeing the visitor, nine heavily armed tough men got out of the pickup truck. The leader was Daryl, who had an alloy composite crossbow hanging on his back. Behind him, Aji and T-boy each led a three-person team. Stand there quietly.

When the two parties met, Daryl glanced sharply at Meira, who was all injured, and nodded to Andrea and Glenn. Without any pleasantries or nonsense, he said in a slightly hoarse voice:
"Let's go to the brewery."

"The boss said we should try to keep as many people alive as possible. The most lacking thing in the base are these reform-through-labor prisoners."

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Inside the umbrella base.

Leon was sitting in his desk with his eyes slightly narrowed. His little secretary Amy was gently squeezing his shoulders while reporting on the work in the base.

"Boss, the 2 high-end apartments on the second floor of the base have been basically renovated. Each apartment has an average of 30 square meters. Our price is 60 contribution points for a month, and water and electricity are paid separately."

"Currently, 10 units have been rented out, mostly to employees of the security department."

"General apartments on the second floor of the underground parking lot are under construction. It is expected that 2 units will be built, each unit is 100 square meters. The construction period will be two months, and the price has not yet been determined."

Leon nodded, thought for a while, and asked:

"Isn't the parking lot 8 meters high? It should be possible to build a two-story apartment, right?"

"Yes, boss, we have reserved the location for the stairs and can add another layer if needed."

"Pay attention to the sturdiness of doors and windows, and install an alarm system. It must be able to effectively resist the invasion of zombies. I don't want a large number of employees to be infected due to accidents." Leon ordered.

"Got it, boss."

Amy remained silent for a few seconds, then asked with a hint of uneasiness in her tone:

"Boss, if we only send out Mr. Daryl's No. [-] combat team for this operation, will it be dangerous?"

Feeling some changes in the strength of Amy's squeeze on his shoulders, and understanding the girl's worries, Leon pulled the girl into his arms, caressed her gently, and comforted his subordinates in a tone full of confidence:

"Don't worry about your sister, we have twice as many people as them, and our weapons are far better than their broken pistols. Darryl, Glenn, and Aggie are all good fighters."

"They will definitely be able to capture those bastards unharmed and add a few more casual coolies to our base."

Leon gently touched Amy's red lips with his fingers, smiled and asked:

"I heard that you are currently attending Rick's shooting training class?"

Amy stuck out her tongue and licked Leon's finger with blurred eyes, and said:

"Yes, not only me, but also many members of the logistics department participated in the shooting training class."

Leon teased Amy like a kitten.

"That's fine. Don't we have an employee who has worked as a kindergarten teacher? You can organize her and the children in the base to set up a study class."

"Even in the end of the world, our precious knowledge needs to be passed on, otherwise there is no future."

"It's annoying to see those brats running around every day."

(End of this chapter)