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But yeah, my assumption with this group we saved was that they\'d be all thankful for what we\'ve done with them but since there were unforeseen circumstances that led to blame and whatnot to get thrown around, I almost threw out actual victims by simply disagreeing with me.

Sure, Brenda did make a few valid points in regards to the "free" items we\'ve repossessed outside but it didn\'t mean that those things belonged to her or everyone should be mindful of what they were taking.

It would\'ve been great, of course, but no one in their right mind in this type of setting would do just that, and it was like those helicopter parents that would blame the school or their sports committee because their kid didn\'t score as many points as the school\'s MVP.

There was no other way to put it because that was just how it goes but they also shouldn\'t bite the hand that was about to feed them, because not only would they look like the most ungrateful human beings on this planet, but they\'d also look like whiney little fucks that wanted everything to be handed to them in a silver platter just because they fucking grew vegetables for months.

Then again, the only way to move forward was to move past my anger and for them to move past their victim mentality, or else we\'d accomplish nothing, and a slimy fuck like Mr. Crisologo would take up the reins again and continue his work.

And that was what we just did.

For a few minutes, we tried to clear the air for a little bit as everyone else tried to calm down and see the what-ifs now that the fucker missing an ear was tied on the back of my truck, and it didn\'t take long before I addressed everyone else once again:

"Here\'s how it\'s gonna go: the first thing we\'d do in this place is to redistribute all of the wealth Mr. Crisologo had to all of you but if you really want to be fair with everyone else—"

One of the civilians raised his hand so I stopped myself:

"Yeah?"

"I\'m Justin, by the way—"

"What\'s up, Justin?"

"U-Umm… I love the idea but shouldn\'t we start on fixing up the w-wall? I-I don\'t wanna be that guy but—"

"Hah! Be that guy, I love it. You see, I\'m just waiting for one of you to address the elephant in the room and that\'s right, I broke it, I\'ll fix it. You don\'t have to worry about that at all but I did break that particular wall for a reason."

"F-For a reason?"

"Yep. Having two entrances/exits would require more guards but this place is too fucking big to just have one entrance for people to come and go. Furthermore, that particular area was one of this place\'s blindspot because it\'s opposite your main gate and beyond that is tons of closed-up shops and whatnot that had those frilly or obstructing signs that made my Killdozer drop in as a surprise.

Not that discovering it early would\'ve done anything to it because it\'s that you know… tanky…"

"Pfft… I-I\'m sorry—"

"Don\'t apologize, I\'m starting to like you but yeah… The bulk of our guards would usually be placed by the gates and having another one right on your blindspot is like having eyes on the back of your head. But in the future, it would do you good to have a group tear down those signs and have roadblocks to either slow down or divert the dead\'s march toward your place.

Any more questions regarding the hole I made for you?"

"N-No, sir. I\'m good, thanks."

I nodded, "Alright, before we discuss Mr. Crisologo\'s wealth— Vera, the— thanks! I don\'t wanna pile on more shit for you guys to get angry on that fucker, but aside from the supply he had on his truck that could last him for months, he had a significant stash of canned goods, luxury items, medicine, not a lot of guns, water, gas, etc. in his fucking attic AND his basement.

Seems like he\'s holding out on all of you, huh? That shit could last all of you several months with your number— maybe even a year or so if you ration them properly—"

"WHAT?!"

"How— Why didn\'t we know of this?!"

"THAT\'S WHY THOSE GUARDS OF HIS NEVER LEAVE HIS SIDE!"

"I-I\'m… I\'m gonna cry…"

"FUCK!"

Obviously enough, these people who looked like they\'d kill a man for a full meal were mad as fuck that Mr. Crisologo made them do all the heavy work while he lived a lavish life with security and bitches, but I\'d still need to give everyone else the reality of the situation.

I waited for everyone else to calm down before I opened my mouth:

"Can I speak now? Yes? And here\'s the thing: Once we redistribute all of Mr. Crisologo\'s resources to all of you here, you\'d probably eat like kings for five months or so but then what?"

One of them who looked like a woman in her 40s responded, "W-What do you mean?"

"I mean, I\'m gonna help you fix this wall, provide security for a time but what are you gonna do while that\'s happening? Again, I did say you\'d have to earn your keep. I haven\'t had your name yet—"

"Amanda. The name\'s Amanda."

"Oh? We also have an Amanda back home, a great agriculturalist, who grows these tasty mushrooms— but anyway, I\'d hate to say this but you\'d have to continue what you were doing before but in a slightly different way. You catch my drift?"

John asked, "C-Can you please elaborate?"

"Sure! Why don\'t you all take a look around?"