"But things are different now."
"These days, everyone's got enough bread, enough water, and a can of cola every day. Plus, we have the train's protection, safe from attacks by those zombies and monsters. Do you think slaves would rebel at this time?"
"Do you think Master Mang needs a slave leader now?"
"If you dare kill a slave now, believe it or not, you'll be buried soon after."
"This..."
The young man scratched his head, realizing he was being somewhat abrupt: "True, my mind went blank."
No need to say more.
These people have been drifting afloat and sinking for a year since Doomsday arrived, having survived until now. Their minds may not be great, but their luck is pretty good. The past few days have been their most relaxed days since Doomsday.
They won't go hungry, nor will they worry about dying in the belly of a zombie the next moment.
Everyone cherishes the life they have now.
Yet, they fear this life will soon shatter like bubbles.
