blogombal Chapter 12 Survival Committee
Chapter 12 Survival Committee
Momo, whose real name is Cong Hanlin, is in her thirties and was a senior employee of a company.
She came from an ordinary background, but with her looks and a fearless work ethic, she worked her way up from a junior sales position to a department head.
Through business dealings, I met my husband, who works at a bank, by chance.
The two got married in a flash after knowing each other for only three months. The wedding was a grand affair that made others envious.
Cong Hanlin resigned from her senior employee job to focus on being a good wife to her husband.
While she was described as a virtuous wife, it was more like a high-stakes gamble. She gambled that this man was worth giving up her career for, and that this marriage could give her everything she wanted.
When they first got married, the couple were deeply in love, their relationship was harmonious, they were like kindred spirits, and in some ways they were evenly matched, their happiness was boundless.
The nights back then were always short but passionate, and Cong Hanlin never imagined she would end up like that.
She became addicted to this feeling, as if she had found another kind of sense of accomplishment outside of her career.
Later, as her husband's position rose and his work became increasingly complicated, coupled with long hours of sitting for social engagements, his health deteriorated significantly.
At first, it was just a decrease in frequency, then a decline in quality, and later, it simply became a perfunctory and dispensable practice.
As the saying goes, "Thirty is the age of wolves, forty is the age of tigers," and with Cong Hanlin reaching thirty, her husband gradually became no match for her...
She tried everything, from diet therapy to medication, from sexy lingerie to role-playing, but the man would always wave his hand wearily, saying, "Too tired, let's do it another day."
Another day? Which day?
Cong Hanlin was unaware, and her husband was even more unaware.
Cong Hanlin is not one to endure loneliness. Since her husband lost his virility, she has taken up cycling for fitness and become a passionate athlete.
At 5:30 a.m. sharp, she appeared on the riverside greenway, her figure accentuated by her tight-fitting cycling outfit, drawing frequent glances from passersby. Sweat soaked through her clothes, and the trembling of her muscles, the exhaustion she felt after being completely worn out, became another way for her to release her pent-up passion.
She also joined several cycling groups, where many male cyclists showed interest in her.
She politely and distantly declined invitations to night rides and coffee.
After all, she is still a married woman, and she still needs to uphold her bottom line.
But when the night is deep and quiet, and she hears her husband snoring beside her, she always stares blankly at the ceiling to get through the difficult night.
But since the end of the world, everything has changed.
The last message her husband sent was, "Hanlin, take care of yourself, don't wait for me."
Cong Hanlin stared at the message for a long time without crying.
She stood up, walked to the dressing mirror, looked at the woman in the mirror, and suddenly smiled.
With her husband's fate unknown, her previously dormant heart began to stir again.
I've had enough of being a good wife; now it's time to try a different kind of life.
Cong Hanlin thought so.
Inside the villa, a group of women, led by Cong Hanlin, were gathered together.
We took our first group photo in front of the few supplies piled up in the living room.
"Sisters, from this moment on, our Survival Committee is officially established!"
Cong Hanlin stood in the center, one hand on her hip and the other holding her phone high, like a newly crowned queen.
"Oh yeah!"
The women cheered, their voices echoing through the empty villa.
"Ladies, did you notice? This time it's an all-female group!"
"Wow, really? We girls are amazing!"
"We are all capable, independent leading ladies!"
"A strong female lead! A strong female lead!"
"We are the true practitioners of 'girls help girls'!"
……
Despite the deafening shouts of slogans, Cong Hanlin's gaze lingered over the excited crowd, landing on the tightly closed door.
She knew what was happening outside; it was very dangerous.
The women were mostly in their thirties, all wearing tank tops, fishnet stockings, and high heels.
Several of the more active members of the group, such as "Forest Stream" and "Holy Light," are here.
Lin Jian Xiao Xi's real name is Lin Xiao Xi. She is a yoga instructor with an incredibly flexible body. Sheng Guang Pu Zhao's real name is unknown. It is said that she used to be a member of a church choir and has an ethereal and moving voice.
Cong Hanlin is not stupid.
Don't be fooled by how loudly they shout the ghg slogans; when it comes to actually needing them to step up, they'll probably all run away in a panic.
At this critical moment, we still need a few men to protect us.
We can't say it directly now; these women have just tasted the sweetness of being "leading ladies," and mentioning men at this time would be tantamount to slapping them in the face.
I'm afraid I won't be able to hold onto my position.
The news of the establishment of the Survival Committee was posted in the group, immediately attracting a lot of attention.
Holy Light Shines: [Sisters, look here! The Jiangwan Villa District Survival Committee has been officially established! President @Momo, members @林间小溪, etc., an all-female lineup, girls help girls!]
Forest Stream: [All you leading ladies, assemble! We're the most dazzling stars in this apocalypse!]
Unknown contestant A: [Wow, an all-female committee, that's so cool! This is real female power!]
Unknown player B: [Um... are there only girls? How are the safety issues handled?]
Holy light shines everywhere: [Sisters, don't worry, we girls unite, and we can overcome any difficulty!]
……
"Brother, look at these women."
Jiang Wen handed his phone to Liu Wenlong; the screen displayed a group photo that Cong Hanlin and the others had just posted.
In the photo, several women are huddled together, their halter dress straps, fishnet stockings, and high heels flashing in the background.
"They're all so flirtatious, hehe."
Liu Wenlong has returned from searching for supplies, and his haul was plentiful.
They gathered a huge amount of beef jerky, compressed biscuits, and bottled water, enough for ten days to half a month. In the corner, there were also several bags of rice and several barrels of cooking oil, all of which they had dug out from the ruins of a nearby supermarket.
What excited these men, who had been holding back for days, the most was that they even managed to get their hands on a half-body Fiji cup that had been used by some of the men.
I wonder which unlucky soul bought this private item, and now it's become the treasure of these lustful men.
"This is good stuff, Brother Long!" Old Seven held it up like a trophy. "It even has a heating function!"
"Get lost, I'm using it first!"
"By age, Brother Long is first, I'm second, and you guys wait your turn!"
The burly men took turns smashing the cups to a pulp.
Although they reaped considerable rewards, none of them escaped unscathed.
While gathering supplies, the group encountered a large horde of zombies.
In the tense situation, Lao Wu and Lao Ba stepped forward and, with their combined strength, held off a large horde of zombies, covering Liu Wenlong's retreat back to the base with the supplies.
Of course, the above content was stated by Liu Wenlong, who survived and returned safely. No one knows whether it is true or false, let alone investigates whether it is true or false.
If someone dies, they're dead. Why dwell on it anymore?
Live in the moment.
Upon seeing the photos in the group chat, Liu Wenlong instantly perked up.
He was no saint; such a sexy woman was driving his hormones wild.
After all, the allure of a cup is far less than that of a real person.
"Quick, contact them! We can't miss this opportunity..."
Joining the survival committee is even simpler.
After Jiang Wen posted a few photos in the group and chatted with Cong Hanlin privately for a while, Liu Wenlong and his group became members of the "Jiangwan Villa Area Survival Committee".
The arrival of these people solved Cong Hanlin's immediate problem, so they were given very high positions.
Liu Wenlong was directly appointed as the "Security Minister," and the other brothers were each given titles and rewards, fully taking on the task of protecting the committee.