Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 128 Volcanic Lake

Song Jinhe listened to his voice, which was as pleasant as ever, and silently met his dark and calm eyes.

He was the one at risk of infection, but he was comforting her, saying she was fine.

“Someone like you would have been forced to dig for wild vegetables in the past,” Song Jinhe muttered softly, taking out iodine and cotton swabs to clean his wounds.

Thinking about how they had been chased by the mutated plants for over ten floors and almost missed getting on the plane, she felt a little shaky holding the cotton swab, whether from exhaustion or because she was preoccupied with something on her mind.

Song Jinhe paused, then lowered her head and rested it on his shoulder, reaching out to hug him tightly, feeling the reassuring warmth.

They had lived together in the apocalypse for so long, and finally found their companions again.
As the daylight faded, the desolate hotel grew smaller and smaller in view.

After the plane lurched, Jiang Shi'an took over as the pilot. While air travel was comfortable, if anything went wrong, they would have to parachute out.

Only a few minutes passed, and the ground quickly plunged into darkness. A moment later, all the light disappeared. If they jumped, they had no idea where they would end up.

It's very likely he'll be eliminated immediately upon landing, so it's better to play it safe and switch back to Zhuang Ting if Jiang Shi'an becomes unwell.

Song Jinhe walked closer to him happily, "The symptoms are gone?"

Song Jinhe returned to the cabin, reclined her seat, and, preoccupied with worries, finally fell asleep after a long time.

On nights without even starlight, when it's truly pitch black, it feels like taking one step forward would plunge you into an endless abyss.

The helicopter's interior is quite luxurious, and there's absolutely no problem with comfort at night.

Everyone turned into zombies, staggering along the colorless road, saying they were going to get some food together, and then they dug up the graves by the roadside.

Jiang Shi'an had a fever, so he went outside to keep watch alone. Song Jinhe stayed with him for the first half of the night, and then Cheng Yan came to relieve him.

Her perspective kept shifting, making her feel dizzy from the chaos, and the dream gradually became more and more bizarre, starting from dark and terrifying.

Looking at the familiar intersection and campsite, Song Jinhe felt like she was finally back on track. Without the previous convoy, the surroundings seemed even more spacious.

"Well, don't worry."

As I hurriedly stepped off the plane, I bumped into Jiang Shi'an, who was turning around. He looked to be in good health and seemed to have recovered.

She sat up straight, and the first thing she did was to check on Jiang Shi'an's condition.

Song Jinhe opened her eyes abruptly, and sunlight streamed in through the open cabin door.

"Ah."

They didn't plan to enter Luozhou overnight; the environment was too dangerous and it wouldn't be easy to land there. They decided to go to their previous campsite and wait for the night.

Song Jinhe naturally understood that only by resting and recovering her strength could she better cope with any unexpected events that might occur later.

In her dream, the zombie's face was sometimes her own, sometimes Zhang Yi, sometimes Qi Sixing and other familiar people, and finally Jiang Shi'an, who replaced the mutated plant in the dark elevator shaft.

Jiang Shi'an acted as if nothing had happened, chuckling and sighing, "Go and rest. The situation in Luozhou is unclear. If my condition worsens, the team will need your guidance even more."

She nodded, and said to Cheng Yan with some concern, "Call me if anything happens."

Seeing her reach out, Jiang Shi'an bent down and let the back of her hand touch his forehead.

"It's good that you're alright." Song Jinhe breathed a sigh of relief, and even enjoyed her food more.

Last night's camping was temporary, and there wasn't much to pack. Soon, the helicopter started up again. Theoretically, it would take a little over an hour to get there, but they couldn't fly directly to the Los Angeles shelter. They still needed to meet up with Zhang Yi and Dai Jie and find a suitable landing spot.

Looking down at the landscape, one can see that the water level of the once landmark volcanic lake has dropped significantly.

This place used to be a famous tourist attraction.

“The cracks in the ground look strange, and the air over there is a different color.” Qi Sixing turned around. “This is a sign of an impending volcanic eruption.”

Fortunately, they are on a plane and will be able to leave soon. It would be dangerous if they drove through here now.

“Zhang Yi and the others should have already reached the front.” Song Jinhe pondered.

The convoy will always go to the volcanic lake if they need water. If there is no water elsewhere, they will leave immediately when they see the escaping gas and ash.

Gases ejected from ground fissures often contain large amounts of sulfur, and the water quality of volcanic lakes may have already changed.

As the dark mountains receded into the distance, the people on the plane breathed a sigh of relief.

No one can predict the power of this dormant volcano that has been dormant for over a hundred years when it erupts under extreme conditions. Volcanic ash can reach the height of airplanes, and it would be too late to escape by plane when it erupts.

After the brief incident at the volcano, being able to sit in a helicopter, drink coffee, and look at the magnificent mountains outside the window is an incredibly comfortable feeling.

"This is the life of the wicked rich," Qi Sixing sighed. "Indeed, while money may eliminate worries, it can bring happiness."

Cheng Yan nodded, "I've never been on a private jet before."

"I've never sat in it either." Her fragile heart used to stop working at any moment.

"Why are you all looking at me like that?" Zhuang Ting asked, completely bewildered. "The richest person right now is Jin He."

As buildings gradually came into view, Song Jinhe only had maps marking the major cities. Once outside Wucheng, there were no more specific city maps, so he could only look for highways as road signs.

But the cities and towns that experienced the natural disaster have long since changed drastically, with some roads completely destroyed.

The helicopter hovered in the air, the sound of its rotors reaching the ground. The zombie turned its head and chased after it for only a few steps before the helicopter disappeared from sight.

“We’ve entered the original jurisdiction of Luozhou,” Zhuang Ting said. “I remember there are factories and transit stations to the south. Once we get there, we can disembark.”

At this moment, some survivors on the ground also noticed the helicopter flying overhead.

"Holy crap! A helicopter! There are still helicopters these days!" The man in ripped, dirty clothes waved excitedly. "Hey, there are living people here!"

"You must be mistaken. How could there be a helicopter right now?" his companions in the camp said disbelievingly.

"There's no way I was mistaken, that really was a helicopter. Didn't you hear the sound when it was flying so low? It might be a plane from the Los Angeles shelter!"

The man's longing gaze was fixed on the sky; even the blinding sunlight couldn't dampen his yearning. How come he didn't attract the attention of the airplane? Such a perfect opportunity!
If only he could go up there and enter the Los Angeles refugee camp.

There is no water or food anywhere, and even the rats have grown so large that they can hunt ordinary humans.

Song Jinhe and his group circled around several times before finally pinpointing the location: an abandoned factory near the mountains that was slated for demolition.

They found a secluded spot to land.

This plane is too big. It's not cost-effective to store it in a space. It's great as a means of transportation and can help you avoid zombies and disasters, but if any parts break, no one here will know how to fix it.