Zombie Apocalypse: I Have Safe Zone Superpower

Chapter 149 149: Food Problems

Her words made everyone shift uncomfortably.

General Danielʼs expression turned dark. His voice was sharp when he asked, ”How much is left?” His words echoed in the room, making even the air feel heavier.

General Janet sighed. ”At most, six months before we are forced to eat only compressed biscuits and basic staples like rice and wheat. If more refugees arrive, even that will shrink to three months, maybe less.”

Danielʼs fist hit the table. His knuckles turned white. He knew she was right.

ʼForty to fifty thousand people already strain the base. When more come, this place will collapse if we do not find food. If we fail, it will not just be hunger. It will be riots, blood, and chaos.ʼ

The generals grew silent, the room thick with worry. Then, with a sly smile, General Frank spoke.

”I have a simple solution.”

Everyone turned to him. General Daniel narrowed his eyes. He knew Frankʼs tone well. A fox always sounded calm when it was ready to bite.

Frank leaned back in his chair and spread his hands. ”If we each donate ten percent of our private reserves, the base will have enough to keep going. It is only fair.”

The room stayed quiet. But in everyoneʼs mind, the same thought appeared.

This was aimed at Daniel. Everyone knew he had stored up more food than anyone else, buying supplies when others thought they had time.

His wealth and foresight meant he had enough food for ten years. If he gave ten percent, it would hurt him far more than the rest.

General Miller broke the silence. He smiled like he was agreeing with a good plan. ”It sounds fair to me. In fact, I think those of higher rank should give more. We are soldiers. We exist to protect people. It is our duty to sacrifice first.”

Frank nodded eagerly. ”Exactly. Miller understands. The stronger ones should lead by example.”

At this, General Conard frowned. He slammed his hand lightly on the table.

”That will not do. Ten percent from each of us is not equal. Frankʼs ten percent may not even compare to one tiny piece of Danielʼs wealth. How is that fair?”

Everyoneʼs eyes turned again to Frank.

But Frank only chuckled. ”Conard, you are thinking wrongly. Have you never heard the saying? What you can give is what makes it precious. A poor man giving everything is more noble than a rich man giving only a little.”

Danielʼs jaw tightened. His teeth ground together. He was ready to speak when Silas, his son, suddenly leaned forward.

”If that is your logic,” Silas said coolly, ”then you should give everything you have. Because compared to my father, your ten percent is nothing. To equal even a piece of his contribution, youʼd need to donate all of it. That would truly be noble.”

Frankʼs smile stiffened. His face twitched, but he did not explode. Instead, he tried to laugh. ”That is not what I meant.”

Silas tilted his head with a mock look of regret. ”Ah, that is a pity. For a moment, I thought you were a real hero.”

Some of the other generals stifled laughter. Frankʼs face turned red. He looked at Silas with barely hidden rage. ”Captain Silas, you should mind your words. This is no way for a junior to speak to a senior.”

Daniel finally stepped forward, his expression stern. ”This is my fault. My son is too straightforward. He cannot bear injustice, so he speaks without restraint. I will teach him later.”

Even though Danielʼs words sounded like he was scolding Silas, everyone in the room could hear the truth. He was defending his son. He was saying Silas was not wrong.

ʼAs expected,ʼ one general thought, hiding a smile. ʼDaniel always stands by his son. Even when they argue in private, in public he protects him like a shield.ʼ

Silas looked around the room. His eyes were calm, but his words cut through the tension like a knife.

”Instead of wasting time arguing about who should donate more, why donʼt we focus on retrieving the food thatʼs been submerged in the flooded areas?”

The generals shifted in their seats. Some glanced at each other, uneasy.

Everyone knew what he was talking about.

Even though most of the food stores had already been stolen by thieves, and some had been taken away by other factions, there were still hidden reserves.

The government had once placed them in remote areas. Getting to those reserves was difficult. The roads were ruined, the waters deep, and danger waited everywhere.

That was why the topic was always avoided.

But now that Silas had brought it up, no one could pretend anymore. His words carried weight.

ʼHeʼs right,ʼ General Conard thought, frowning. ʼWe cannot sit here blaming each other. Those supplies may be our last chance.ʼ

General Frankʼs eyes lit up. He leaned forward, his smile too eager. ”Then tell us, Captain Silas. Where are these reserves?”

Silas didnʼt answer right away. Instead, he leaned back slightly and let a quiet chuckle escape his lips. His sharp gaze swept across the room.

”Last time,” he said slowly, ”when the military truck carrying medicine was ambushed, who was blamed? Us. And what happened? The medicine disappeared. If I reveal the location of the reserves now and something goes missing again… the responsibility will fall on me. This pot is far too big for me to carry alone.”

The room grew tense. Some generals lowered their heads, uncomfortable.

General Frankʼs smile froze. His face turned stiff.

He knew very well what Silas was pointing at. Last time, it had been Frankʼs own people who secretly transported the medicine to the Black Vultures.

He had profited from the disaster, and no one could prove it.

ʼDamn brat,ʼ Frank cursed inside. ʼHeʼs not going to give me the chance this time.ʼ

He tried to keep his voice calm, but his tone was colder.

”Captain Silas, if you refuse to share the location, how can we trust you? What if you and your team find the food and take it for yourselves? Or worse, add it to your personal stock?”