Survival first. That's the rule of the apocalypse. No one can divide everything selflessly, but you can always take a bit for yourself first.
It was foreseeable that wherever monsters roamed, nothing would be left.
Li Yuetian clutched his heart, aching for a long time. His last bottle of liquor, the one he had hidden in the second-floor camp, was now nothing but a pool of excrement.
The spoils of war were the contents of this storage room. With Boss Lu dead, they became unclaimed goods.
Jun Jia then said, "Jing Shu found this place first, so you pick. The rest of us will each take only what we can carry. Logistics will make communal meals from whatever is left and distribute it."
This was what they called 'finder's share.' Li Chenglong rubbed his hands together, chuckling. He had arrived just in time; following Sister Jing was definitely the right choice.
Boss Lu could never have imagined his treasured supplies would be divided up so easily.
