Now you’ve got a fever, making me drive back and forth twenty kilometers in the middle of the night, almost becoming a midnight snack for those hundreds of zombies on the street. If it weren’t for you looking good…”
Sinan coughed hoarsely: “For saving you guys during the day, no need to thank me.”
Zhou Rong immediately fell silent.
Sinan regained some energy, about to make a sarcastic comment, when suddenly he smelled a strong, rotten bloody scent from the coat Zhou Rong had just thrown down.
He reached out and felt the fabric was sticky and damp.
In the darkness, only their deep breaths could be heard. After a while, Sinan whispered: “…Thank you.”
Zhou Rong said: “No need.”
A lighter clicked, Zhou Rong leaning against the wall, lighting a cigarette, exhaling a relaxed white mist, laughing and asking: “Were you dreaming? I heard you mumbling, seemed like you were cursing someone.”
“Missing home?” Zhou Rong asked casually.
Sinan shook his head.
“What did you do before? Your skills seem good, private bodyguard or police?”
Sinan shook his head again, saying nothing.
“Don’t be so tense, relax and chat. In case you’re not feverish but actually infected, and die later, I’ll be the only one you can entrust your will to. Are you married? Got a partner?”
“…No.”
“Great, I’m not either. Our whole team is single.”
Sinan glanced sideways, thinking to himself, that’s because you’re leading the gay parade.
Zhou Rong, oblivious, took a drag of his cigarette and sighed longingly: “B Military District shelter can accommodate tens of thousands, self-sufficient in water and electricity, completely isolated from the outside world. After the virus passes, the country will definitely arrange for you to settle in B City, matchmaking, marriage, encouraging reproduction to compensate for population loss during the disaster…”
“And B District rescued the most Omegas, most in breeding period, with a special military protection.” Zhou Rong unconsciously licked his lips, laughing: “Wow, impressive. Who came up with this policy, quite clever.”
Sinan’s voice was somewhat tense: “Why?”
“During every disaster, Alphas are the main rescue force. Whichever large shelter has more Alphas will have more ability to compete for resources, weapons, and territory – Alphas will naturally gather where there are more Omegas, and the upper echelons can distribute Omegas as strategic resources. Isn’t this simple logic?”
