After a thorough search that left everything in disarray, they actually came away with a decent haul.
At least, that was how it looked to Zhang Yang.
This was an office building, so they could not find much food, and there was no way they would find many weapons either. But at the very least, his calm, commanding presence had cowed the seventeen survivors whose minds were on the verge of collapse. Earlier, they had nearly decided that their eyes were playing tricks on them and almost turned on one another.
Now, Zhang Yang had taken every one of them under his command.
"Old Qin, take five people and handle the assault. All six fire axes go to you."
Zhang Yang issued his orders. Qin Mingyue was in fairly good shape at the moment, and the five survivors assigned to him—three men and two women—were also mentally stable. That was important. Otherwise, even if they were big and sturdy, they would only cause trouble if their minds were already on the verge of breaking down.
"Fatty, take the rest and form a logistics team. Gather all the food, drinking water, and containers you can find. We may have to hold out here for some time. We can find ways to deal with food, but we absolutely cannot run short of water."
"Get moving!"
Zhang Yang gave the order. They were currently on the third floor, but the stairs leading to the fourth floor had been piled high with obstacles. The fourth floor was not controlled by survivors, either, but by more than twenty Cauliflower-Heads.
There was no helping it. No one could encroach upon their living space!
Qin Mingyue led the charge. With a fire axe in hand, he rushed up and hacked wildly, frightening the Cauliflower-Heads on the fourth