"Send one person from each bunker, and then we'll lure the zombies away together. Everyone has to contribute. If they refuse, then they have to provide 500 jin of food as compensation."
"That much? I don't think they'd agree," Song Tianyi said.
Lin Zhengzhong's eyes were cold, "Whether they want to or not, they must contribute. There's no such thing as wanting to avoid work, not contributing, and just watching others take risks."
"When will we take action?"
"As soon as possible. There are a lot of issues right now, and we have to solve them one by one. My plan is to start tomorrow."
"Alright, then send someone with me; I'll inform the other bunkers."
"OK."
...
One day later.
Song Tianyi watched as someone from one of the bunkers refused to cooperate and was accidentally killed by Lin Zhengzhong's angry men.
No turning back now—the person's wife and daughter were also killed.
