Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 101 Water Pit
The car door opened at that moment.

Jiang Shi'an, who had been on night watch last night, slowly walked downstairs. His loose, clean shirt swayed in the morning light, his black hair fell casually over his eyebrows, and a soft light shone in his calm eyes.

Unlike the disheveled survivors along the way.

Qiu Ling was stunned for two seconds, her eyes filled with bitterness.

Along the way, she imagined countless possibilities of reunion. The figure of the man who had saved her from the zombies appeared in her mind more than once. If only she could travel with him.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

He simply nodded indifferently, all the warmth in his eyes directed at the other person beside him.

Qiu Ling's faint hope in her heart finally dissipated completely.

Saving her was just a casual thing to do, but she was the only one who took it to heart.

"We'll go back and prepare first, and contact you if anything comes up." Qiu Ling concealed all her emotions.

They still have people on their side, so it's not appropriate to bring them over without permission. Let's leave it at that for now, since we're all in this temporary convoy anyway.

“The way you look at him is different.”

Halfway there, Ren Ying blinked meaningfully. "She's skilled, good-looking, and a gifted individual. Getting her would be a huge win. Even if it's just for one time, I thought you'd stay there."

Qiu Ling stopped and frowned. "You're right. I've thought about trying to win him over, but he already has someone he loves. What's the point of pestering him?"

In a post-apocalyptic world where death is uncertain, it's normal to be moved by such an amazing person. But for ordinary people, survival is a problem, let alone having any obsession with anything else.

"Let's think about how to get to Los Angeles safely."

Although we were told to depart in the afternoon, everyone actually got ready and set off early, around 11 a.m.

Qi Sixing stood on the terrace and said that Qi Hansan had returned in full health. Then, because he was so happy, he slipped and fell off.

There was grass below, so I didn't fall, and the scene was quite quiet.

"So you damaged your brain with a fever?"

Song Jinhe looked at Qi Sixing, who was getting up from the ground and pretending that nothing had happened.

"Old Qi, Old Qi, you're really something! How did you manage to fall down from there?" Zhuang Ting nodded.

"No, I want to be the first to tell you all that, despite my talent, not a single person is willing to lend a hand, and they even laugh at me."

Qi Sixing's face was full of accusation.

“We won’t laugh unless we can’t help it.” Song Jinhe suppressed a smile and cleared her throat. “So what is your talent?”

He pointed to his eyes, "Not only can I see distant targets clearly, but sometimes it seems like the target's movements slow down, but this is a bit difficult."

"It'll get better with practice." This talent was an advantage for him, as he was skilled with crossbows; it would also work well with a gun. Song Jinhe paused as he got into the car.
"You'll drive?"

"Sure, thanks a lot to you guys these past few days." Qi Sixing got into the driver's seat without another word, started the car, and asked, "Are there any grape-flavored cocktails in the fridge?"

"Improper driving will bring tears to your companion's eyes." Song Jinhe took a bottle of Sprite from the small refrigerator and tossed it to him.

What kind of alcohol should you drink while driving?

"Sister Jinhe, don't you feel any guilt saying that?"

She was the most unruly driver in the entire team, and it's said that she even had the glorious history of driving while having a high fever and knocking over two of the robbers' cars.

Song Jinhe pulled down a blackout curtain next to the sofa. Today, Su Lan's team was leading the way, and they were following behind.

The temperature was alright when we set off, but now it's so hot it feels like we're melting. The wheels roll over the dry, gravelly ground, sending yellow dust flying high into the air.

They promptly closed the windows and turned on the air conditioner.

The good cars leading the way also had their windows closed, while those in the convoy with insufficient supplies were just enduring the hardship.

The further we drove, the more desolate the environment became, and the fewer plants there were. At 5:40 PM, we started looking for a place to stay for the night.

They weren't so lucky today; there was no water source nearby.

The withered grass was sparsely covered with shrubs, and the distant mountains were also bare, with the snow that once covered the dark mountains having melted away.

They chose a flat spot and rested there.

As soon as I opened the car door, the sweltering heat made it hard to open my eyes, and sweat immediately beaded on my forehead.

“These plants are not in good condition,” Jiang Shi’an’s voice rang out from the side.

"It looks like it's about to die." Song Jinhe reached out and casually broke off a branch; it was already withered and dead.

At this time, many people in the nearby camp went out to take care of their physiological needs or look for resources.

Song Jinhe put on her hat and said to Zhuang Ting, "We'll go with Qi Sixing to see if we can hunt around here. You can take care of things here."

"no problem."

Song Jinhe gave a bullet to Zhuang Ting, and Jiang Shi'an also left them the improved detonator.

As the sun gradually set, Song Jinhe and the other two walked deeper into the desolate grassland.

And this time, on the other side.

On the dilapidated, desolate road, where death seemed to emanate from every corner, a modified pickup truck drove by, its black cage behind it bearing large traces of dried blood.

The people inside were covered in dust and dirt, their clothes were tattered, and some even had bloodstains on their faces. They stared blankly at the blood-red sunset on the horizon. In the corner, a woman, barely clothed, clutched her rags tightly, her eyes filled with desolation.

"Good stuff is getting rarer and rarer. That little one last time, wow, it was just different."

The person in the passenger seat glanced at the person behind through the wire mesh, a wistful expression on their face.

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About twenty minutes from the camp, Song Jinhe and his group found a small puddle.

The view in front of me was wide open, the half-dry soil was cracked, and the remaining water source looked very turbid, as if it was mixed with half mud and sand.

Part of the animal skeleton was exposed, while the remaining fur was stuck in the mud.

In such a desolate place, it's unrealistic to expect to find clean water easily.

“It’s a sheep. Judging from its condition, it’s been dead for seven or eight months,” Jiang Shi’an said.

“This pool should be the only water source in the vicinity.” Song Jinhe looked around and saw animal footprints on the water’s edge.

They weren't in a hurry; it wouldn't get dark until after seven o'clock.

The temperature drops in the evening, and animals are more likely to come out and move around.

"They're here, they're here." Qi Sixing looked at the swaying grass ahead and lowered his voice, "Several deer!"

Animals are naturally sensitive; even the slightest noise can frighten them away.

They approached slowly and quietly, waiting for the deer to walk to the water's edge and lower their heads to drink.

"Release the arrows quickly!" Song Jinhe's expression suddenly changed.

Upon hearing her voice, Qi Sixing aimed at the weakest point, and the arrow shot through the air.

One of the deer, which was quite large, was hit. The rest of the deer were startled and ran into the depths without looking back, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Song Jinhe ran to the prey immediately. Several people came into view, and their purpose was obviously also the hard-won food.

This is why Song Jinhe urged Qi Sixing to fire the arrow; if they were too slow, someone else would snatch it away.