The next day.
Shawn woke up unusually early, before everyone else.
He sat upright, facing the Prison.
And in his line of sight, a large, golden-yellow exclamation mark appeared directly above the Prison.
"Apocalypse Mission: Conquer the Prison (Long-term Occupation Mission)"
It was a very simple mission reminder, with no mention of rewards or punishments, just floating leisurely above the Prison.
Unlike the mission exclamation marks he had seen before, this huge exclamation mark was embedded with some scattered star-like diamonds.
From a distance, it shimmered brightly, like a giant firework that had bloomed halfway and then was paused in mid-air.
"No, this thing definitely wasn't here last night!"
Shawn felt like crying.
If such an Apocalypse Mission was completed, the rewards would naturally be substantial.
After all, the "System" had never been stingy.
But it was in line with the previous saying, just reversed.
The more expensive the fish sold in the market, the more it indicated that the sea was not peaceful these days.
With rich mission rewards, taking down the Prison would naturally require more effort.
Just like the trick of Walkers hiding outside the treasure room of the 'motel,' there would naturally be no shortage of such tactics in the Prison.
"Could it be because my Strength attribute is maxed out, so it's giving me a high-level mission?"
"I thank you for this, really!"
However, the good thing was that this was a long-term mission.
This meant that Shawn didn't have to rush to complete it; the System gave him enough time to do it.
Thinking of this, sitting idly was not an option, so Shawn stood up directly.
"Shawn, what are you doing?"
Glenn poked his head out from a nearby tent, using the two 'door flaps' of the tent to block everything below his neck, looking at Shawn hazily.
"Warming up, can't you tell?"
Shawn responded while moving his body.
The Prison, which he originally thought was a sure thing, now required his full effort.
"Warming up?"
Maggie squeezed out from the gap below Glenn, also using the tent's 'door flaps' to cover everything below her neck.
It seemed this young couple had a good night~~
Shawn suppressed the urge to whistle and nodded.
"Today, we want to move into the Prison, so all the young combatants in the team need to go."
"But don't worry, I'm already prepared."
Hearing Shawn's mysterious words, Maggie looked up and Glenn looked down, both looking at each other, puzzled.
Ultimately, they decided to retreat into the tent first and enjoy themselves.
But just two seconds after they ducked back in, the tent was kicked twice.
"Come out, come out! Don't you know that what you're doing is corrupting the team?!"
Shawn grumbled discontentedly.
They were about to clear Zombies; enjoying themselves now, were they afraid their limbs wouldn't be soft enough, or that they wouldn't die fast enough?
Of course, Shawn had no selfish motives at all; he was purely thinking about Glenn's life.
It definitely wasn't because he was fed a mouthful of dog food that he went up and kicked the door.
Maggie said the mysterious, unforgettable number: 11
"Got it, we're just getting dressed."
Glenn's face turned bright red, and he quickly put on his clothes and emerged from the tent.
"Come with me, I'll take you to get gear."
Shawn sized Glenn up and down.
Very good, very energetic!
Taking Glenn to the Fire Truck, Shawn flipped over and used his arm strength to get into the isolated water tank.
He pretended to search at the very bottom, but was actually taking out the special uniforms found at the Fire Station from his System backpack.
Especially those 'fire-resistant suits' and 'heavy tank suits.'
They were tough, fully covered, and sufficient to handle various emergencies.
At least, a bite or two from a Walker would absolutely not penetrate them.
The fire-resistant suits were suitable for women, and for men who were nimble, slightly slender.
The heavy tank suits were a super artifact for tall, strong men who dared to charge into battle.
A set of matching black components, weighing over 30 catties; one would think Shawn had pulled out body armor from somewhere.
Glenn caught the combat suits outside and laid them flat on the ground.
Shawn also took out the three 'fire axes' by the way.
The other people in the Camp gradually woke up and gathered around Shawn, who was sitting on the Fire Truck.
In the crowd, Shawn saw Shane.
After a night's sleep, his emotions had been sufficiently reined in.
When Lori appeared before him again with Carl, he just hung his head and didn't look at them.
But when Shawn looked at him, he lacked a certain'spirit,' making him look somewhat numb.
He walked unsteadily, like a living shell, a 'walking dead' with self-awareness.
Shawn withdrew his gaze, and seeing Rick present, he pointed to the combat suits at his feet and said loudly.
"Little trinkets we found at the Fire Station earlier, now they can come in handy."
"Choose a weight you can bear; these combat suits can help you withstand Walker bites."
"If we want to take down the Prison without sacrificing anyone, this is necessary."
"Starting today, isn't that a bit too soon?" Hershel asked with a frown.
"To sail against the current, you must advance or be swept back."
"If you get used to comfort, you'll never want to take down the Prison."
"Just like those Prison guards we met yesterday."
Shawn shrugged, stating bluntly.
Upon hearing the words 'Prison guards,' everyone present changed their expressions.
The more they pondered Shawn's words, the more sense they made.
Hershel was an excellent example.
Staying in the comfortable Farm, completely unaware of the hardships of the outside world, and even more ignorant of the horror of Walkers, he had even treated these corpses as 'patients' once.
If it weren't for the arrival of Shawn and Rick, perhaps one night, he and his family would have died silently.
"I have no problem."
Maggie stepped out from beside Hershel, directly picked up a 'fire-resistant suit,' and put it on right there.
The second to come out was Glenn.
Then the third... the fourth... the young combatants consciously put on their combat suits, and Shawn left the last two 'heavy tank suits' for Rick and Shane.
"What about you, Shawn?"
Seeing that the combat suits were all distributed, Carol asked with some concern.
"Me?"
"I'll be fine with anything."
Shawn took off his outer jacket, revealing the 'Athlete's Light Armor' underneath.
Compared to the combat suits worn by others, Shawn's was lighter and could provide armor defense no less than the 'heavy tank suit.'
One could only say that Shawn was truly too 'casual.'
While everyone was busy putting on their combat suits, Shawn opened his skill panel.
He allocated the skill points gained from leveling up after clearing the lawn yesterday to the Shotgun under the Strength Sequence.
"(Shotgun Vagrant) Level 1/5, corresponding weapon damage increased, fire rate and reload speed increased, increased stun and dismemberment chance."
"Although you're not very good at shooting, you just like to get up close and personal!"
"What's wrong with a vagrant carrying a Shotgun?"
Firearm, get!
Shotgun 1/5
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