Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 124 Sandstorm 1
"Even the lake has dried up, who knows what the situation is like in Luozhou?" Hearing that there was still plenty of food, Qi Sixing ate another half bowl of cold noodles with peace of mind.

It was midnight when the wind picked up outside.

The howling wind cut through the cracks in the dilapidated buildings, emitting bursts of ghostly howls. Rough sand and gravel mixed in the wind, scraping against the exposed buildings.

At the bottom of the deep elevator shaft, dried blood and yellowish-green putrid liquid filled the entire space, and the rustling sounds were masked by the thick walls.

Hearing the wind outside, Song Jinhe opened her eyes while lying on her pillow. She glanced at the dark sky outside the window, which looked like a sandstorm. She wondered how long it would last.

After confirming that there were no problems inside or outside the room, she closed her eyes, turned over, and continued to sleep.

She was so exhausted that she was able to fall asleep amidst the terrifying wailing sounds, the pounding of the wind against the doors and windows, and the sweltering heat.

Meanwhile, the convoy camped in the wilderness on the other side was not so lucky.

The folding table and chairs, along with the solar-powered light source on top, fell to the ground. The night watchman had just stood up and hadn't even regained his balance when the chairs also tipped over.

Some of the lighter cars were shaking.

"What's going on? What's that noise outside?!"

A terrified voice rang out, and everyone pulled out their light sources to investigate.

The temperature at night is around 40 degrees Celsius. Not many people can close the windows and turn on the air conditioner like Zhang Yi and the others. Most people open the windows to let in fresh air before sleeping.

At first, when the wind blew, it felt comfortable, but after less than two minutes, a long, drawn-out wind howled from all directions, and dry sand and dust poured into the car, stinging as it flew past my cheeks.

The child's faint cries were drowned out by the wind, and the darkness seemed endless.

"Don't panic!"

The night watchman, carrying a lantern, moved about the camp, observing the situation and loudly reassuring the crowd.
"It's a sandstorm! Pack your things and don't wander around! Zombies usually can't move in this kind of weather."

The wind grew stronger, and the supplies tied to the roof of the vehicle soon showed signs of loosening, with sand and gravel falling into the gaps, and the thick waterproof tarpaulin fluttering in the wind.

People who had just gotten off the bus had their eyes fogged up by the sandstorm, and the stinging sensation made it difficult to even open their eyes. The faint light from their hands was of little use in the yellow sand.

"Everyone come out and secure the vehicles and supplies!"

Su Lan's people dug out old goggles and put on scarves. Those without goggles made makeshift headbands out of plastic bottles and ropes, which looked a bit comical, but it was better than being directly exposed to the wind and sand.

Everyone who could work came out, hurriedly securing the things on the roof of the vehicle with ropes and other items.

Someone's supplies were blown away by the wind just now. They tried to pick them up, but in the blink of an eye, the supplies had been blown away and they don't know where. They are now sitting on the ground crying.

The supplies are their lifeline and their hope of reaching Luozhou. Yesterday, some people fainted and died due to lack of water. They were already tightening their belts, and no one could afford to lose supplies.

With such strong winds, even without zombies, it's dangerous to stand outside, so you can imagine how difficult it is. Some car bumpers were even shaking.

It was impossible to see clearly; everything had to be done through a blurry field of vision.

Someone fell to the ground, and the water they were carrying rolled out of their arms.

"No! No way!" He tried his best to reach out and take the water bottle back, but the mineral water bottle just rolled away with the wind.

Sitting in the car, Meng Yuyao glanced at Xiong Qing's retreating figure as he walked into the darkness. A smile played on her lips; he would be gone after dawn. Compared to the chaos and turmoil of the others, Zhang Yi and Dai Jie were much more at ease in the RV.

The sound of sand and gravel hitting the door and windows was incessant. Their supplies were all in the vehicle; the RV was large and stable, so they didn't need to get out to do anything.

"With the ground dry out in advance and dusty, the visibility is probably less than 50 meters when the wind blows. Luckily, the campsite is in a good location. It would be more dangerous to encounter such strong winds on the way and not be able to find a suitable place to stop."

Just as Dai Jie took out a bottle of water and was drinking it, there was a loud knocking on the door.

"Open the door, it's too windy outside, can we come into the RV to take shelter?" a woman's slightly hoarse voice rang out. "We have children here, we'll leave as soon as the wind stops, please open the door!"

Zhang Yi and Dai Jie exchanged a glance, but neither made a move nor uttered a sound.

"Please, we've never bothered you before, but we really have no other choice now. Please help us. We promise to sit still and not wander around. We've been together all this way, so we have some goodwill towards each other."

The banging on the door grew louder and louder, mingling with the sound of the wind, making it sound even more mournful.

"No, I'm sorry," Zhang Yi took a deep breath and replied loudly.

In the past, she might have agreed and then looked at the other person herself.

But now, things are different. Having experienced more of the apocalypse, people are more cautious, especially when the other party is a complete stranger.

Their team's key players are out, so they need to be even tougher, or they'll run into trouble.

Inviting a god is easy, but sending him away is difficult; once you invite one, you'll invite another.

"It'll be dawn in just over two hours, and you can't even manage two hours? What's wrong with you?"

The woman pounded on the car door even harder, as if she wanted to smash a hole in it so they would hide inside and refuse to open the door. She hoped the RV would break down and see what they would do then!
“I’ll go to the terrace and keep an eye on things. If anyone tries to tamper with the RV in the chaos, I’ll be able to see them.” Dai Jie tucked his weapon into his waistband, put on his goggles, and walked upstairs in a few steps.

Zhang Yi picked up the same baseball bat that Song Jinhe had made for her, stood behind the door, and lifted the steel plate and curtain behind the glass.

"I said no, and that's final. If you keep banging on it, I won't be polite!"

Zhang Yi usually appears gentle and mild-mannered, with no hint of menace. Her words, spoken through the door, lack any intimidating power in the eyes of others.

The woman braced herself against the car door, still unwilling to give up. "Qiu Ling said you're a good person, please help us! I'm begging you, our car is really in bad shape. We just moved the luggage in from the roof, but the window is stuck halfway up. If it weren't for that, I wouldn't have come here."

As she spoke, her eyes peered into the RV. What great conditions! So spacious. No wonder she always kept the curtain drawn as if to keep thieves away.

There are only two of them now, so what's wrong with asking them to stay away? They already said they wouldn't wander around or touch anything. It's just a small favor.

Zhang Yi opened the door halfway, and the woman tried to push it open, but no matter how hard she tried, her hands turned red and the door remained firmly in place. She complained inwardly that the woman was too strong.

The next second, the woman's eyes widened as she watched Zhang Yi's baseball bat stop right next to her face.

The sharp wire on the baseball bat could easily cut her skin, and she instinctively took a step back.

Zhang Yi lowered her hand and slammed the car door shut.

The strong winds continued, and the air was filled with so much dust that those who hadn't had time to cover their mouths and noses while busy with supplies began to have difficulty breathing.