The night is already deep.

Southern paradise.

The door was tightly closed. In the security booth near the wall, the guard captain Zhang sat on a pony, rubbed his hands and then put them over the fire in the center to keep warm.

The windows of the security booth were closed, and an iron bucket was placed in the center with firewood burning inside.

"Captain, it's too cold outside. It's getting cooler every day. I don't know when it will stop." A guard squatting on the ground said to Lao Zhang.

Lao Zhang rubbed his dry eyes, and then said to him: "Xiao Ma, have the refugees outside moved away?"

Xiao Ma shook his head and said, "No, I'm still staying in the shack over there."

Lao Zhang took a long breath and said: "Keep the door safe and don't let those refugees in. Sigh... Sometimes I really don't understand why we have to waste time outside. It doesn't make any sense."

Xiao Ma thought for a while and replied: "There are much fewer refugees now than before. I think it may be because it is always dangerous to be alone outside, and gathering together can at least provide psychological comfort."

"Psychological comfort? Stupid, just thinking that you won't be the first to be killed by zombies... thinking of relying on others to deal with the zombies." Lao Zhang mocked unceremoniously.

The hands placed on the fire were much warmer. Lao Zhang took off his shoes again, and then put his frozen feet on the fire to bake.

The black socks emitted a faint smoke in the firelight.

Xiao Ma smelled a sour smell and turned his head in embarrassment.

"Captain, Song Tian has been up there for two hours. I'll go over and take his place." Xiao Ma still couldn't bear the sour smell and would rather face the cold.

This sour smell made him feel suffocated.

"Go." Lao Zhang replied without raising his head.

Xiao Ma put on his coat, zipped it up, tightened his hat and walked out.

Just as he opened the door, a gust of cold wind blew, and the cold air made his nose numb.

He regretted coming out, but when he stood at the door and smelled the stench, he gritted his teeth and walked out.

On the wall, in the silent night.

The moonlight is not very bright either.

Song Tian leaned on the wall behind him, motionless with his hands in his pockets, as if he were a sculpture.

rustle--

Song Tian heard the sound of footsteps and turned his head mechanically.

"Brother Song, let me take your place. You go down and warm yourself by the fire." Xiao Ma strode over and said to Song Tian.

Song Tian strained his waist and straightened up, his legs were a little numb.

His nose turned red and purple, and he trembled and said to the pony: "Finally...someone has come to take my place. It's so cold tonight, damn~~"

Song Tian stuttered a little, which was all caused by the cold weather.

Although it didn't snow, the temperature was low and the wind was strong, biting into people's necks and sleeves.

With that said, he walked towards the wall.

Huhu——

The cold wind was biting, blowing like a knife.

Xiaoma walked to the searchlight wearing gloves, and used the searchlight to shine on the refugees under the wall.

I saw densely packed shacks standing against the outer walls.

There was no one outside the shack.

All the refugees were hiding in shacks. Occasionally, a strong cold wind rolled up the curtains of the shacks, and only some of the refugees in the shacks could be seen.

In an inconspicuous shack, three people were huddled together.

They sit next to each other and stay warm together.

A lean man huddled in the middle tucked in the quilt and said to a rough-faced man on the right: "Sanpao, the curtain has been blown up by the wind again. Go and fix it."

"Hululu..."

The lean man heard the snoring sound of someone sleeping on his right, and couldn't help but curse: "He's fucking asleep again, damn. Tianyu, go and do it."

Tianyu on the left quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

The lean man was so angry that he almost vomited blood when he saw both of them like this.

He simply didn't care, so he shrank his head and closed his eyes.

The curtains rustled in the cold wind.

Bang!

The curtain blew in, blowing down a can on the ground that had been licked as if it was polished.

After the cold wind blew in, it drifted to both sides.

The lean man felt a chill on the back of his head, which was very uncomfortable.

He looked at the two people on the left and right angrily, and sneezed heavily.

"Oh!"

"Damn, you two are really pigs. You can fall asleep like this. I really admire you."

If the curtains are not tightened, the wind outside will take away the remaining heat in the room.

He hesitated for a while. After two minutes, the lean man gritted his teeth and moved away from the warm place, heading towards the entrance of the shack.

As soon as his body left its position, a chill hit him, making him shiver.

The lean man ignored the can that rolled down to the ground. He tightened the curtain, tied it to a wooden stake on the ground, and then blocked some things in the shack.

After there was no wind at all, he clapped his hands and nodded with satisfaction, thinking to himself: I can finally fall asleep now.

When he turned his head, he almost collapsed.

The spot where he was originally sitting was occupied by the man who was snoring at first.

What the hell.

It turned out that he was pretending to be asleep just now.

Cursing, he walked over and said to the man: "Sanpao, go back to your original position."

Sanpao remained motionless and paid no attention to the lean man.

The lean man had been blowing the curtain for a while, and now he was very cold.

My body really couldn't bear it anymore, so I walked over angrily and sat down where San Pao was originally lying.

Everyone knows that sitting in the middle is the warmest place, but he didn't expect that his seat would be occupied in just a moment.

The lean man huddled in the quilt, covering his legs and chest with the quilt, and cursed: "It's okay if you don't close the curtain, why are you taking my place?"

They only have one quilt, and the quilt cannot cover the whole body of the person sitting on the edge.

The lean man felt that the right half of his butt was cold. He saw that the quilt was not covering it, so he pulled the quilt hard.

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"Next time even if the shed is blown over, I won't fucking move, you two bastards!" the lean man cursed.

Sudden.

There was a loud noise outside.

clang clang clang.

There was a sound of metal knocking.

This was followed by a hurried cry: "There are zombies crossing the ditch and coming in, there are zombies coming in!"

On the outskirts of the Southern Paradise, these refugees dug some trenches themselves, placed some barbed wooden stakes at the bottom of the trenches, and placed some horses on the outermost periphery to resist zombies.

Southern Paradise has expelled these refugees many times, but later found that these refugees also played a certain role, so they rarely took care of it afterwards, as long as these refugees did not rush in.

Many people rushed out of the shack and ran toward the ditch.

The lean man looked at the two people next to him, as steady as an old dog.

He thought to himself: Our side is not on the edge anyway. If the zombies run in, others can deal with them.

When the two of them move, I can take the opportunity to regain the middle position.

So he didn't get up either.

There were not many zombies that rushed in, only four or five. After the refugees dealt with these zombies, the outside became quiet again.

.........

Northern Commonwealth.

A river passes through the center, and the surface of the river is rippled by the cold wind.

The young man who fished here a long time ago has long disappeared.

And there is a shack gathering center not far from the river.
To be continued...