Surviving the Zombie Apocalypse With My Military System

Chapter 207 He Really Made an Appearance Part 1

Chapter 207 He Really Made an Appearance Part 1

It was four in the afternoon at the City Square of New Clark City. The atmosphere was filled with a mix of curiosity and mild confusion as people from both New Clark City Camp and the Makati Oriental Camp gathered. Everyone seemed to be asking the same question: why were they all called here?

The Blackwatch soldiers, easily recognizable in their gear, were the ones who had spread the word. They moved through the crowd, letting everyone know that an announcement from the commander-in-chief of Blackwatch was imminent. This information didn't do much to clear up the confusion, but it did add a sense of seriousness to the gathering. People looked at each other, some guessing what the announcement could be about, others just waiting patiently.

On the stage set up in the square, the council members of New Clark City were already seated. They were a group of people who looked as if they carried a lot of responsibility, their faces showing a blend of concern and anticipation. The chairs they sat on were nothing fancy, just basic seating arranged on the platform. It was clear that the focus was not on luxury or show, but on whatever message was about to be delivered.

As the time for the announcement drew near, the murmurs in the crowd grew. Some people were speculating about new policies or updates, while others were simply there because they felt it was important to be present for whatever was coming. All eyes were on the stage, waiting for the person who would address the community and perhaps, in a way, define the direction of things to come in this post-apocalyptic world.

Then moments later, a man in his early twenties stepped onto the stage. He was dressed simply in a black polo, black slacks, and black shoes, with his hair neatly combed back.

Suddenly, cheers erupted among the crowds. Some of the crowds were confused as to why others were cheering, and seconds later, they realized that those who were cheering were those citizens from the Makati Oriental Camp. Could it be that this person is someone important in that camp? They don't know.

The man walked across the platform, waving his hand in a casual yet confident manner to acknowledge the cheering crowd. His presence seemed to bring a sense of excitement, particularly among those from the Makati Oriental Camp. Those from New Clark City looked on with a mix of intrigue and curiosity, clearly unaware of his significance to the other group.

Reaching the microphone, he paused, allowing the cheering to subside. His expression was composed as he began to address the crowd.

"Thank you for the warm welcome. I'm here to make an appearance to those who are unfamiliar with me. I'm Richard Gonzales, I'm the owner of the Blackwatch Private Military Company."

When he revealed that to the people, shock rippled among the New Clark City residents. They were stunned to learn that the leader of the camp, known for its formidable military hardware and personnel, was such a young man. Murmurs and whispers spread through the crowd, as the residents of New Clark City looked at each other in disbelief. Meanwhile, the Makati Oriental Camp members nodded in approval, their faces showing a mix of pride and respect. It was as though they were saying, "That's him, that's their leader."

"I get that reaction all the time," Richard chuckled, glancing at the familiar faces of the Makati Oriental residents. "You were not the first. Believe it or not, I am the person responsible for leading Blackwatch and ensuring our camps' safety and prosperity. I just find it important to introduce myself to you, New Clark City residents as I am aware you don't know who I am. Of course, I didn't just call you over here because I want to show myself to you. There will be some discussions regarding the trade system that was implemented."

Richard cleared his throat, preparing himself to dive on the topic.

"Because food is an important source of energy, and that energy shouldn't be wasted on someone who wouldn't bother to work for it," Richard continued, addressing the crowd with a firm but calm tone. "The trading system we've implemented ensures that everyone contributes to the community in some way, and in return, they receive what they need. This is about fairness and sustainability."

"Of course, there are exemptions to this, such as those who are 60 years and above and couldn't work due to health reasons," Richard added, making sure to address potential concerns. "For them, we have different support systems in place. This trade system is designed to be fair and flexible, catering to the needs of all residents while encouraging active participation from everyone capable.

"When we implemented this system, the efficiency of the camp rose to new heights," Richard continued. "We've seen improvements in productivity, resource management, and overall community well-being. It's not just about ensuring everyone works; it's about creating a system where everyone's efforts are recognized and rewarded."

Richard then talked about the support programs in place for those finding it difficult to adjust. "We have training programs for different skills, and we're working on creating more job opportunities within the camp. We want everyone to find their place and contribute in a way that's meaningful to them."

He looked around at the crowd, making eye contact with several residents. "I understand that change can be challenging, and adapting to a new system takes time. We're committed to making this transition as smooth as possible and are here to support you through it. Now, is there anyone who is still dissatisfied with the system? We can talk about that right now. Anyone is encouraged to speak up."

As he was about to wrap up, a hand shot up from the crowd. A man in his mid-twenties raised a hand. "Excuse me but everything was better before Blackwatch came to this camp. I'm dissatisfied with the system you have put in place. This is not the normal world anymore where everyone has to work for money, it's a new world!"

"Just because a zombie apocalypse occurred doesn't mean we'll have to return to the old ways of living off whatever we find," Richard replied, addressing the man's concern with a composed demeanor. "The world has changed, yes, but that doesn't mean we abandon structure or a fair system of contribution and reward. The system we've implemented is designed to adapt to our current circumstances while maintaining a sense of normalcy and progress."

"I understand the need for structure, Mr. Gonzales. But my concern is about the essence of our community in this new world. We've survived not just because of a system, but because of mutual aid and understanding. My fear is that introducing a system that resembles the old world's way of doing things might erode the sense of solidarity that has been our strength.

In a world where survival is key, shouldn't our focus be on communal support rather than individual contribution? Yes, a trading system ensures everyone works, but it also creates a scenario where people might be left out due to no fault of their own. Look, there are people who are living so luxuriously inside the camp while others simply make ends meet. This disparity wasn't as pronounced before. How do we ensure fairness in such a system? My worry is that we're creating a mini version of the old world, where the gap between the 'haves' and 'have-nots' grows wider, even in a post-apocalyptic scenario."

"What a pain in the ass," Richard muttered under his breath. He cleared his throat and spoke. "If you don't want the system in place, then what if I suggest something? What if Blackwatch leaves New Clark City?"