DipNovel Chapter 347 NHA
Chapter 347 NHA
Chapter 347 NHA
At this point, Gavin couldn't help but rub his head.
The camp definitely needs a new name.
Like a fraternity or a biker gang, at least when the field buddies meet new survivors, they have a better way to introduce themselves than to call themselves Gavin's men.
Moreover, a good name can create a more united camp atmosphere and make the whole team more cohesive.
In short, Gavin decided to decide on the future name of the camp today.
Hearing Gavin's words, Anthony was taken aback for a moment and immediately spoke to Gavin.
"Boss, our camp has a name, doesn't it? This is Camp Gavin!"
"Well----"
Gavin looked at Anthony with amusement after hearing his words.
Seeing Gavin's amused expression, Anthony shrugged and asked with a smile.
"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the name?"
"You don't think so? That's why America isn't called the Washington Nation?"
Gavin chuckled and asked a question in return, which immediately stunned Anthony.
Anthony scratched his head, gave a thoughtful, wry smile, and said...
"The boss is right. Using the boss's name as the camp name wasn't a problem when we were outnumbered."
"But as the population grows, this name does feel a bit awkward. After all, our current population is already larger than many villages, and it will only grow more in the future, right?"
At this point, Anthony pointed at Thomas and said.
"In that case, an idiot like me won't participate in the discussion. Ask me to fight zombies, I'd fight all the way to Dallas, but asking me to name things? God, my deceased daughter used my grandmother's name!"
"You two talk, I'll listen."
After saying that, Anthony gave up the discussion and sat there quietly to wait.
Gavin then talked for a long time with Thomas, Nikita, and others.
We talked about the name for almost thirty minutes.
Gavin looked at the papers in front of him, selected the one that looked best to him, and then showed the result to the guys in front of him.
On that piece of paper was a simple abbreviation.
NHA!
New Human Alliance!
It can be abbreviated as Newcomer Union, or simply called the Union of People.
Gavin was very optimistic about the name. On the one hand, using the word "Alliance" as a suffix would prevent resistance from unfamiliar survivors.
After all, the word "alliance" has carried the concept of human unity since its inception, and it is different from words like "empire" that carry a sense of centralization and oppression, making it easier for strangers to feel relaxed.
The new humans fully demonstrate the core program of Camp Gavin, which aims to rebuild human civilization.
In short, this name is not particularly outstanding, but it has a grand vision and a clear core, making it a very good name.
As for the other papers on the table, opinions on the names on them are open to interpretation.
For example, the Cowboys, the Cowboys, the New Texas Clan, and the Lone Star Republic.
Well, none of those names touched on the point Gavin was referring to.
So, in front of his buddies, Gavin tapped the words on the paper heavily and said...
"From now on, we are the newcomers' alliance."
"Of course, the name still sounds a bit inappropriate now. After all, given our current scale, perhaps it should be called the Sino-German Ranch New Village, or Chandson County."
"However, folks, the reality of the apocalypse has shown us that even our proud human civilization can crumble under the influence of fungi."
"If something this absurd can happen, then can placing our ideals in a higher and more distant position be any more unreasonable than this bullshit doomsday?"
"I hope that one day we can have the NHA flag flying all over every piece of American soil, and that every survivor team can be part of the alliance."
"By then, even if we can't return civilization to its pre-apocalyptic state, at least the continuing human population and our future generations will appreciate our efforts today."
After saying this, Gavin lay back on the sofa, giving his men time to think.
The concept of a new human alliance kept swirling in the guys' minds.
Overall, it wasn't a thrilling event, but somehow, looking at the simple letters on the paper, the guys in the room felt enveloped in a kind of sacredness.
They felt as if they were witnessing a piece of history.
And so, a full seven or eight seconds of silence followed.
Old Feng grinned and said.
"Boss, if we call ourselves the Rookie Alliance, then when we go to war, can we call ourselves the Alliance?"
"Haha, sure, of course!"
Old Feng's words made Gavin laugh, and the group chatted about league jokes for a while.
Gavin didn't finish chatting with his wolves until the sun went down and the pack returned to their enclosure to rest.
There's another party to attend tonight, and the field and office staff who were on patrol during the day need this drink to keep them in a good mood.
After drinking with them for several hours, Gavin finally met with the guards one last time, and then, around 10:40 p.m., dragged himself back to his room, reeking of alcohol.
When he returned, Nikita was sitting at her desk studying something.
When Gavin returned, she quickly put down her book and pen, went to Gavin's side, and took his arm.
Feeling the warmth from his arm, Gavin grabbed Nikita's wrist and pulled her into his embrace.
Nikita's petite body was immediately encircled by him.
While rubbing his stubble against Nikita's soft hair, Gavin glanced at where Nikita was busy and asked.
"Are you researching legal matters?"
"Of course, there's no one else in the camp who studied law. It seems that being a lawyer is indeed a profession that makes it easier to go to hell, so I'm the only one with some experience in this area."
Nikita answered, then turned her head to ask Gavin for a kiss.
The two embraced as they went to the bathroom, lingered for forty minutes, and then went to bed, where they stayed together for another hour.
After ten days of travel, Gavin finally got a good night's sleep. He was so relaxed today that he didn't even want to think about the future.
With his return and the addition of nearly seventy new members, the camp's operations began to develop at a faster pace.
Gavin had only rested for one night when he had to throw himself into even more complicated work the next day.
Construction of defensive facilities, expansion of farmland and pastures, restoration of power plants, and deployment of additional salvage teams to the lake, etc.
Gavin needs to make an appearance.
In addition, the camp also needs to prepare for the founding ceremony of the Newcomers' Union.
Choosing a name is easy, but letting every guy know that the Newcomer Alliance has been established is something that can't be glossed over.
Gavin wanted to choose an auspicious day to formally announce the establishment of the NHA and broadcast the news via radio.
In addition, radio broadcasts are becoming increasingly lively.
Although only ten days or so have passed since Gavin set off to rescue the Brotherhood, these ten days also fall within the seasonal transition period from the end of April to the beginning of May.
The changing seasons and weather have brought new difficulties to many campsites that had not yet exposed any conflicts.
Or perhaps it's because spring has arrived, and many camps that originally regarded radio communication in the apocalypse as the dark forest law have also felt the vitality of new life emerging in spring.
In short, the radio network is no longer as quiet as it used to be; from time to time, other survivor bases in other states make contact with Camp Gavin.
However, few camps rashly sought help like the Brotherhood. Most camps currently exchange information mainly about their understanding of zombies and various intelligence.
Moreover, I wonder what the camps in Texas are thinking.
The camps that communicated with Gavin by radio were almost all out-of-state camps, while the local Texas radio network was eerily silent, as if the Newcomers' Union was the only camp on this vast land.
Perhaps people can't help but feel that the land under the apocalypse has become a series of isolated islands, and the relationship between camps has become one of big fish eating small fish and small fish eating shrimp.
In short, the local Texas camps were clearly unwilling to contact Gavin, and they probably had already avoided the area near Gavin during their exploration. As a result, even though Gavin had clues from several groups, he couldn't find any real trace of him even after chasing him for more than a month.
The scenery of early spring has already changed, and the weather in Texas in June has become increasingly hot as summer has fully arrived.
Early that morning, Gavin got out of bed, gently stroked Nikki's increasingly round belly a couple of times, then got dressed and left the room to get breakfast from the dining room.
Breakfast is no longer served on time like it used to be, because there are more and more people at the camp now.
From the end of April to mid-June, the camp population has still soared to over 500.
Therefore, the campsite has undergone many changes, including the shift from a group meal system to a self-service meal system.
Once the kitchen team has prepared the meals, there's no need to set up countless tables. They can simply open the food service area for alliance members to use as they please.
After choosing his breakfast, Gavin went to his table and hastily stuffed it into his stomach.
Just as Gavin was enjoying his meal, Eugene casually appeared from behind him and patted him hard on the shoulder.
"Haha, boss, I have some amazing news to tell you! Adriana is pregnant too! She's pregnant!"
"What?! Fuck! Haha, this is fucking great news!"
Upon hearing Eugene's words, Gavin nearly spat out his sandwich. He looked at Eugene with surprise, clutching half a sandwich, and then asked him with a smile.
"This is the fourth pregnant woman in the league already! That's wonderful! Haha, it won't be long before we can expect even more new lives to be born!"
"But speaking of which, whose child is Adriana carrying? Is it yours, Eugene?"
At this point, Gavin waved the sandwich in his hand at Eugene, who, after a brief moment of confusion, quickly shook his head and smiled wryly.
"Stop talking nonsense, boss. How would I know whose child she's carrying? We'll find out after the baby is born!"
"It doesn't matter whose it is. It's Mazefak's. I don't want to marry her, and she doesn't plan to get married either. It's fine as it is now. It doesn't interfere with our fun."
"Besides, boss, you said that the alliance would take on the responsibility of raising pregnant but unmarried women, so let's just have the baby, who cares if it's my child or not."
"But if Adriana's child had red hair like mine, then I would definitely choose that child."
"Nobody the hell is going to take him from me. I'll train him to be a better sniper than me!"
At this point, even the usually carefree Eugene showed a rare glimmer of genuine longing and hope in his eyes.
Only the continuous birth of new life can dispel the numb nerves of these suffering old folks in the apocalypse!
Seeing that Eugene understood, Gavin nodded and stuffed the sandwich completely into his mouth.
After taking another sip of milk to moisten his throat, Gavin patted Eugene on the shoulder and laughed.
"It's enough that you have a plan. Let me name the baby after it's born."
"Or Hogan could do it; he's a priest, after all. As for Arturo and Abel, haha, haven't those two bastards already started building their houseboats?"
At this point, Gavin got up and left the table.
Seeing that Gavin had finished eating, Eugene simply drank his milk in one gulp, then picked up his bread and ate it as he walked, leaving the manor with Gavin.
By this time, Gavin's estate had been completely renamed.
It was jokingly referred to by many guys as the Alliance Office.
After all, as the number of people increased, quite a few of the guys had started building houses on the vacant land around the manor!
These unruly Americans, even though they know that Gavin's estate is extremely safe and that living there can protect them from attacks from the outside world, even missiles!
Even so, they still longed for their own house, so much so that many of the field and office staff started going to the open space after dinner to think about building materials.
Around the manor, the foundations of more than twenty houses were being compacted little by little, and many planks and other materials were piled up around the compacted land.
Gavin didn't stop him, after all, his estate couldn't possibly fit everyone in; as the population grew, people would eventually have to move out.
These days, those guys who prefer more independent space are already thinking about moving and building houses, which is not only not a hassle, but actually reduces some of Gavin's troubles.
He was initially worried about how to accommodate the people who couldn't fit into the manor.
After all, forcibly kicking out those who can't fit in the house could easily cause trouble, while differentiating members from inside and outside the manor based on factors such as when they joined could...
That alliance would immediately face serious class problems.
In short, those increasingly unruly people are no longer satisfied with simply seeking refuge under Gavin's protection.
Whether it's the pleasant environment of public life in the manor, or the currency and castle laws that the alliance has yet to fully implement, Gavin has relied on his prestige to get people used to his rules.
But as people gradually shift from mere survival to a life of living, they begin to need some private space, or something even more private, to hold their individual emotions.
Looking around the manor at the construction sites planned by Thomas and others, which he himself had signed off on, and at one or two wooden houses that were progressing relatively quickly and were already partially built.
Gavin couldn't help but purse his lips. His camp—no, his alliance—was finally on the right track!
Perhaps people will form a real village centered around their own manor, which is the Alliance office, then a county town, and then a real city!
Perhaps in a decade or two, or even less, this place will expand to a level that frightens us.
Gavin took a deep breath expectantly.
Meanwhile, in the distance, at the stable, Big Ivan rode a black and white steed and gracefully approached Gavin.
"Boss!"
He shouted at Gavin.
"You're up very early!"
"Haha, how could it not be early? After all, today is the day we attempt to restore the Richardson Hydroelectric Power Station. If everything goes smoothly, we will have our own hydroelectric power station and regional power grid!"
"This will save us countless amounts of fuel and help us cope with the temperature requirements in both winter and summer."
"So how could I not take it to heart?"
"Besides, as the person in charge of the power plant project, you also got up early this morning. You probably didn't sleep well either, haha!"