Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 125 Sandstorm 2
The strong winds didn't stop in the latter half of the night, and the people in the car were too afraid to sleep or close the windows tightly.

All the supplies were piled up in the car, which was crowded, stuffy, and hot. Sand and dust kept blowing in through the gaps in the windows that were meant for ventilation. The interior of the car and the people inside were covered in a layer of dust, and everyone looked dusty and dirty.

After daybreak, the wind subsided, but thinner people still couldn't stand steadily outside, and the sandstorm hadn't disappeared.

The sky was a hazy, yellowish-brown, and nothing could be seen except for the rolling dust. Visibility was so low that even with fog lights on, the light couldn't penetrate the dust.

Over there, someone, having lost a lot of supplies, started crying again, "What are we going to do? How are we going to survive with our families to support? Why did such a strong wind suddenly come out!"

The journey was already arduous, and then they encountered extreme weather. Everyone was exhausted and had no mood to comfort others. In the end, Qiu Ling and her team felt sorry for them and gave them some food and water. They couldn't give them anything more.

Not far away, the man who dropped a bottle of water last night asked around if anyone had picked up his lost supplies. Of course, no one had. Everyone said that the wind was so strong last night that it could blow away a bag of luggage, let alone a bottle of water.

The person who fell into the water didn't believe it. He saw everyone as someone who had taken his belongings and wasn't returning them. He vented his anger by cursing and swearing for a long time before finally calming down.

Whether to continue in this weather or stop and wait is a problem, and the convoy is now waiting for Su Lan to make a decision.

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hotel.

When Song Jinhe woke up, she saw that the view outside the window was murky, as if it had been dyed, and she couldn't see anything clearly. Every now and then, a strong wind would blow by, bringing with it a mournful howl.

Such a heavy sandstorm won't recede anytime soon, but thankfully they were indoors and unaffected.

Song Jinhe looked at the solid tempered glass, regretting that she couldn't remove it. Otherwise, she would have kept a few pieces in case they came in handy later. The quality was excellent.

"Last night I was on night watch alone when I suddenly heard that kind of wind sound, and my body temperature dropped instantly. The scene was like a ghost story." Qi Sixing opened the lid of the eight-treasure porridge and shook his head.

"You're really afraid of ghosts?" Cheng Yan was taken aback, somewhat unable to believe that after living in the apocalypse for so long, he was still afraid of these things.
If Jinhe were to encounter such a situation, she would definitely bombard the grave without hesitation, flattening the mound and scattering the ashes.

Jiang Shi'an would probably be very happy to explore the unknown territory.

“I’m not afraid of ghosts! It’s this kind of environment. Imagine, late at night, in an abandoned luxury hotel, with this kind of mournful wind. Who knows what strange things are crawling in some dark corner?”

Qi Sixing turned the doorknob, wanting to open the door and see what was going on outside.

The door opened a crack, then slammed shut with a bang as the wind blew it shut.

"You're so weak now, you can't even open the door?" Zhuang Ting joked.

"??? No, to be honest, there's only one hole in the corridor, and the wind is blowing in this strong." Qi Sixing used both hands to pull open the door.

He came out this time, but the next second, a sandstorm hit him in the face. Before he could finish saying "Holy crap," his face was blown out of shape, his mouth was full of sand, and his face, which he had just managed to wash clean, was covered in a layer of dust again.

They quickly retreated, closed the door, and grabbed protective gear. The wind was already strong at that height, and without goggles and scarves, they couldn't even get out of the door.

I have two boxes of Song Jinhe masks, but the sides of the masks are leaking air, and N95 masks aren't breathable. Gauze masks are more cost-effective.

When we went out again, everyone was fully armed. When the wind blew, the resistance in front of us was great, making it a bit difficult to walk.

Song Jinhe simply hid behind Jiang Shi'an and moved down.

Clang, clang—the sound of metal clashing kept ringing out, giving the feeling that the building was about to collapse.

They first went to the sixth-floor Western restaurant. With Song Jinhe's reminder, they successfully avoided the zombies hiding in the closets. The zombies on this floor all looked similar, and they were even tougher after being dried out.

A dozen or so people woke up at once. To save energy, they kept moving around until they cleared out the last one, and then they started to search separately.

Song Jinhe dug up the two withered potted plants inside, leaving the pots and soil behind. There was nothing else worth keeping. The only edible food left in the Western restaurant's storage room was unopened pasta and seasonings, and some red wine and champagne on the wine rack.

The next stop was a Chinese restaurant, where we had a much better experience.

There are several kinds of dried chili peppers, an even wider variety of seasonings, and many dried goods that don't spoil easily, including unopened tea leaves and even bird's nest.

There was also a considerable amount of rice and flour, dozens of bags piled up in the storage room. The lump of stuff contaminated by the rotting corpses was gone, and Song Jinhe put the rest into her spatial storage.

The feeling of gradually filling up a space gives me a special sense of security!
The hotel has two Chinese restaurants and a buffet restaurant downstairs. They spent a lot of time packing up supplies today and didn't have time to search one of the restaurants, so they went to the coffee shop and took some sugar and coffee beans.

Then I went back to the 16th floor. Throughout the day, the wind would sometimes weaken and sometimes strengthen. The outside world was still murky, and the hotel carpet, which was drafty everywhere, was covered with a layer of sand.

As she turned around, Song Jinhe paused, her eyes scanning the passageway outside the coffee shop. Apart from the two zombie corpses they had killed, there was nothing else there.

But for some reason, for a moment just now, she vaguely felt that something was watching them.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Shi'an noticed her unusual behavior.

Song Jinhe shook her head and told them what had just happened. Qi Sixing looked serious upon hearing this, raised his crossbow, and took two steps in the direction Song Jinhe indicated.

They saw nothing, but they had no doubt about what Song Jinhe said.

If we can't find the problem, it's best to go back first for safety's sake. Even if there really is something here, climbing to the 16th floor won't be easy.

Going upstairs was much more painful than going downstairs. When I got back to my room, I was sweating profusely and covered in dust. When I took off my goggles, there were almost marks on my face from the pressure.

Song Jinhe took out some reusable saltpeter and chilled several bottles of drinks to share with everyone to cool them off.

Tonight, she and Jiang Shi'an will be keeping watch.

The night passed peacefully, and the next morning the looting continued, with a quick check of the helicopter upstairs.

They had finished collecting supplies from several restaurants, and the sandstorm that had lasted for dozens of hours was gradually dissipating. They planned to rest for one night before going to the warehouse in the guest room section and then leaving the hotel.

The staff area was a maze of twists and turns with no signs, and it took quite a while to find the housekeeping department's warehouse. When we opened the door, it was filled with neatly stacked boxes of toiletries and tissues.

In addition, Song Jinhe also brought several low pillows, quilts, and blankets.

I considered bringing a 1.5-meter mattress, thinking that the space inside the mattress could also hold a lot of food, but it felt like a waste of space, so I gave up on that idea.

As Zhuang Ting packed his things, he said, "If Zhang Yi and the others have a smooth journey, they should be less than 100 kilometers away from Luozhou."

At this time, they should arrive in Luozhou tonight.