Chapter 160 The Price of Regret
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At the very least, anywhere had to be better than that unheard–of ce called zing Sun Camp, right<b>? </b>
Everyone from zing Sun Camp apparently lived in the vi district–rows of homes surrounded by farnd, lush with vegetables and livestock. Every household had their own pigs.
Wasn’t that just the bare minimum?
“You’re being assigned to the West Zone,” the staffer said curtly, tossing them a small metal tag. “There’s a shanty that opened up a few days ago. That’s where you’ll be staying.”
The girl caught the tag and frowned. “This<b>… </b>this <b>is </b>it?”
“What else do you want?” The staffer looked up with visible irritation. “You didn’t bring <b>a </b>single supply with you. What are you expecting, a wee basket?”
Every camp required neers to hand over at least half their resources. If someone contributed enough, Kl Camp would give them a better room–and even credit points, which could be exchanged at the canteen for food or other essentials.
Truth be told, K1 Camp had one of the lowest bars for entry of any camp out there.
They took in anyone, no questions asked. Even if they had absolutely nothing, even if they couldn’t lift a shovel, Kl Camp still gave them shelter, safety, and the bare minimum to survive.
Try that at Hope Camp. They wouldn’t touch the useless with a ten–foot pole.
The staffer eyed the pair with a look of growing disdain. “If you want something better, you work for it. We’ve got two job categories: construction and scavenging. Both earn you points. Rack up enough, and you can apply for better housing.”
The girl’s face went pale. “What?! You expect us to build things or go scavenge?!”
“What did you think this was?” he replied, ncing at her intake form. “You’ve got no specialized skills. If you were a nurse or doctor, maybe we’d put you in the medical team.”
“But we’re office workers! I know how to type! I do paperwork! I used to work for a major corporation- surely you need that kind of talent!”
She barely finished speaking when a chorus ofughter broke out from the crowd.
“Oh, you worked for a bigpany?” chuckled a middle–aged man lugging a stack of bricks. “I was a VP at one of the world’srgest corporations!”
“I owned my own business<b>!</b><b>” </b>
“I had ten houses before the world ended! Look where it got me–ha!”
These two young city–dwellers had just gotten their first taste of post–apocalyptic reality. Hard.
Truthfully, they couldn’t be med entirely. They’d been trapped in an office with decent rations and kind coworkers. They had no idea how brutal the outside world had be.
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Chapter 160 The Price of Regret
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“I told you that zing Sun Camp <b>was </b>paradise,” someone nearby muttered. “No camp is producing food these days. If they’ve got livestock, that means they’ve got more food than they can eat! And you left that toe here?”
The young couple said nothing,pletely shell–shocked.
It hit them all at once–they had walked away from a golden opportunity, from a miracle.
Why had they left that heaven–on–earth zing Sun Camp, crossed who–knows–how–many miles, andnded in this backwater hellhole?
They had scoured every option, fought tooth and nail, and still managed to pick the worst possible ce.
Bad enough that they both wanted to p themselves right then and there.
They’d had the chance of a lifetime. They’d squandered it. And now, only regret remained.
And they weren’t the only ones feeling the sting.
“Mom, Damien texted me again. They had pork for dinner today–again! And guess what? Their camp leader got Professor Wagner’s equipment back! Now his dad and the professor are doing research every day! And they still get fresh meat!
“Dad, I miss pork so much. I want to be with them. They even have a store that sells candy. I want a lollipop…”
Josiah and his wife listened to their daughter’s words with burning regret.
Every update from Hugo’s group was like another p to the face.
They had gone with Theresa and were now living the kind of life no one dared to even dream of.
Theresa had promised meat every day–and she’d delivered.
She’d even made it back into a zombie–infested city and returned with research equipment!
Now they were continuing their work.
Meanwhile, Josiah’s family was still stuck in a leaky shanty, doing manualbor, dreaming about meat like it was a myth.
They couldn’t fathom how they’d been so stupid.
How had they passed up the chance to go to zing Sun Camp?
Hugo had even persuaded them toe. And they’d said no.