Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 103 Water Crisis
At five o'clock the next morning, the people in the camp began to pack up, and an hour later, they continued on their way.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter. By seven or eight in the morning, it already feels unbearably hot, and even the air blowing into the car is hot.

The road became increasingly desolate, with potholes everywhere. The car gradually slowed down, and sometimes they had to clear out zombies. By the end of the day, everyone was in low spirits.

"The midday high temperature is almost breaking fifty." Qi Sixing looked at the black volcanoes in the distance. "These must be the Flaming Mountains."

In this kind of weather, not only are cars prone to problems, but people are also prone to accidents.

Someone fainted from heatstroke during the break. We asked around for a long time but couldn't get any medicine. We could only apply some medicated oil and tough it out.

The place where we rested tonight was even worse than yesterday. We followed the water source on the map, but there was no water at all when we got there.

The weather is hot, water consumption is high, and if we can't find supplies soon, we'll be in trouble.

Most people have to control the amount of water they drink, and they don't even have water to wash up, so their appearance is naturally not very good.

Two days later, the highest temperature reached 51 degrees Celsius.
The lake had dried up, the mud on the ground was cracked, there were no signs of animal activity, not even insects or wild grass could be seen on the ground, and apart from the increasingly difficult-to-fight zombies, there was only deathly silence.

At 6 p.m., the sun was still glaring. Some people's cars broke down halfway and they had to dismantle parts and hitch a ride with other cars.

Some families, with only one or two people able to drive, were supposed to stop and rest at sunset, but everyone was so exhausted that they moved their rest time earlier.

Crouching in the shade of the car still couldn't relieve the scorching heat on her body. If she hadn't been wearing sunglasses, Song Jinhe felt like she would have been blinded by the light.

After driving for two days, her neck and hands became a shade darker, but even so, she still looked exceptionally fair standing among a crowd.

She replaced the thermos with mint milk tea; every sip was cool to the throat, and no one outside could see what she was drinking.

A hoarse crying sound suddenly rang out from among the cars. They walked a few steps in that direction before they saw what had happened.

Someone died from heatstroke, an acute illness that can cause the body's systems and organs to fail, with a mortality rate as high as 70%.

Under these conditions, the mortality rate is almost 100%.

The haggard-looking relatives huddled beside the deceased, weeping and cursing in hushed tones, their expressions filled with grief.

Those nearby could only advise them to quickly move away and dispose of the body, as it might turn into a zombie soon.

"Don't touch him!" The woman held the corpse, unmoved. "Why am I the only one left? It's better to die than to suffer alive. Everyone will die anyway."

She wouldn't move aside, and the others were hesitant to approach, fearing the corpse might suddenly turn into a zombie. Several people quietly took out their weapons.

If we hadn't walked this far together, they wouldn't have bothered to try and persuade us. Drinkable water is so precious these days; in a couple of days, we'll be drinking urine.

At this moment, Su Lan arrived with her entourage.

“You can die if you want, but we’ll wait until you both turn into zombies before we do it, or you can step aside now. The choice is yours.” Su Lan held a dagger, her voice devoid of emotion. “Zombies cannot appear in the camp.”

It's normal to not want to live in this world; he doesn't have that much free time to persuade people.

The person holding the corpse choked back sobs, and very slowly raised their head. Before they could let go, the corpse suddenly opened its eyes and instinctively reached out to grab the nearest person.

"what!!!"

The person who was just crying screamed reflexively and backed away.

When people encounter danger, their bodies naturally instinctively try to survive and feel fear.

Yi Feng swiftly dealt with the zombie. The woman sitting on the ground stared blankly at the face that had become completely unfamiliar in just two minutes, her eyes red-rimmed. No one had the energy to dig a hole to bury the body; the simplest solution was to drive it away.

Life is already so hard for people, let alone care about the dead.

Su Lan's gaze met Song Jinhe's and the others in mid-air, and the two briefly discussed their itinerary for tomorrow.

Song Jinhe's gaze finally fell on the young woman next to Tan Jiu. The difference in timing had led to a change in the team's personnel configuration.

The other person was a very eye-catching presence in the team. Some people were jealous of her, and some looked down on her. She was indeed very beautiful, and standing next to Tan Jiu, she seemed like the kind of person who could only rely on others to survive.

But Song Jinhe just felt something was off, though she couldn't quite put her finger on what the problem was.

"May I use the bathroom in the RV to wash up?" Meng Yuyao gently touched the scarf on her head, her voice soft and tinged with embarrassment.
"I will bring my own water and won't use your supplies. I will also clean it up myself."

She looked at the men with eyes that would make anyone reluctant to refuse, and the naive Qi Sixing looked away uncomfortably.

"No," Song Jinhe politely refused.

"Alright." Meng Yuyao glanced at Jiang Shi'an with some disappointment, then continued talking to them, "I heard you are all gifted individuals, and you managed to wipe out all the zombies in the service area with just a few of you."

"Not entirely," Song Jinhe said calmly.

The other person speaks with great tact, making it easy to lower your guard in her presence. In just a short while, we were chatting together.

The sun dipped below the horizon, and darkness fell.

It was Song Jinhe's turn to keep watch today. Since it was still early, she went back to her car, took a quick shower, and drank some ice water.

Within minutes, upon exiting, Jiang Shi'an saw Meng Yuyao, who had appeared unnoticed, standing before him. She wore a light-colored halter dress, exuding a gentle yet alluring charm.

She spoke softly, and the scene was quite harmonious.

Song Jinhe tightened the bottle cap, but before she could lift her leg, she saw Meng Yuyao reach out to hug her.

Her gaze softened, and she gripped the water bottle tighter.

It's a talent.

The other party was indeed a gifted individual.

Song Jinhe was able to detect the other party's talent as soon as they used it because the other party also had an invisible and intangible mental talent, just in a different direction.

No wonder I felt something was off the moment we met.

Great, it's been put to good use on her.

Song Jinhe's expression turned slightly cold. Before she could even go over, she saw Jiang Shi'an's gleaming scalpel resting on the other woman's slender neck.

His gaze was cold and indifferent as he calmly observed Meng Yuyao's shocked expression and abruptly stopped movements.

"I don't lay a hand on unarmed women, except for those with special talents," Jiang Shi'an said indifferently.

How could he know?
"How did you find out?" Meng Yuyao's voice remained unchanged, but the fragility on her face had completely vanished.

Even Su Lan didn't react so quickly. How could a normal man refuse?
She has always been very careful and has not shown any aggression. What went wrong with using her talent so secretly?

Jiang Shi'an didn't answer, but looked at Song Jinhe who was holding a water bottle and explained, "She came over here by herself."