Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 14 Scarce Resources

Wu Dayong's eyes darted away slightly, and he did not answer Tian Hui's question.

These strangers were all armed, exuding a faint stench of blood and a menacing aura. The scene became eerily quiet until a man stepped forward and asked, "Who are you?"

Before he could finish speaking, everyone heard a loud bang and saw a bloody hole in his chest.

"Ah! Murder!!" someone screamed.

Gudu,

A zombie head rolled over, its enlarged pupils staring straight at the crowd, its mouth still opening and closing, leaving several bloodstains on the carpet from the severed neck.

Tian Hui recognized her husband and covered her mouth tightly, letting out a mournful sob.

Another shot rang out, and the man who had shouted the loudest was blown to the head.

The burly man gestured for them to be quiet if they didn't want to die. "Don't be nervous. We're just here to take refuge. This is such a nice place, we should all share it, right?"

The axe-wielding man smirked and violently smashed the axe into the zombie's head several times until the skull shattered and black blood gushed out before he stopped.

The crowd was both frightened and disgusted by what they saw. Some of the more timid ones trembled and retched uncontrollably, tears and snot streaming down their faces.

"We can leave here without taking anything," Yang Minghao suggested in a low voice.

The burly man smiled and shook his head, glancing with satisfaction at the fearful expressions on everyone's faces. "From now on, in order to ensure that we can all get along amicably, I hope you will cooperate well, put down what you are holding, and squat down by the wall."

Faced with a group of ruthless killers, everyone had no choice but to obey and save their lives.

Several men's murky gazes fell on the women. Qiu Xiang even stepped forward and grabbed a young woman's hair. Seeing the woman's terrified expression, he revealed a perverted smile.

"Go find the rest of the people first."

Hearing Scarface's instructions, Qiu Xiang finally restrained himself.

"Brother, there are two young and beautiful women in that room." Wu Dayong put on a fawning smile. He knew what would happen to him if he fell into the hands of this group; this was the consequence of offending him.

"They were the first people to go to the mall, and they had the most supplies, but they were tough opponents."

"Really? I'd like to see just how tough it is." Qiu Xiang looked at the knife in his hand. "It's only fun to play with tough nut to crack."

Song Jinhe's condition worsened. Her mind was filled with the jumbled sounds of an old television screen, her eyelids were burning and heavy, her lips were pale and chapped, her thoughts were stuck, and her body was unresponsive; even lifting a finger was difficult.

But she knew that people were coming this way, and they were all carrying weapons.

Was that a gunshot?

She couldn't tell if she was dreaming or in reality. An uneasy feeling made her heart race and her breathing quicken. The footsteps of those people outside were getting closer and closer.

Song Jinhe sat up as if she had risen from the dead and looked at Zhang Yi, "Something's happened, you should hide in the closet first."

"W-what happened?" Zhang Yi was completely bewildered.

"Hurry! It's too late!"

Those people were already at the door.

"Oh, okay." Zhang Yi nodded, got up and opened the cabinet door. Although she didn't know what was going on, she trusted Jin He.

There were two knocks on the door, and then the person outside started smashing the lock. Zhang Yi curled up in the closet, her heart pounding. Song Jinhe opened the supply bag and put some things into her spatial storage, leaving behind the worst-tasting green-packaged instant noodles. She went back to bed, gripped the kitchen knife tightly in her right hand, and stared at the shaking door, trying to stay awake.

bang——

The door was knocked open.

The first person to enter was a young man wearing two expensive coats. When he saw Song Jinhe lying half-dead on the resting bed with unusually bright red blood in her eyes, he was stunned for two seconds before picking up the thermometer on the table and cursing his bad luck.

"They actually got infected? Weren't there supposed to be two people? What about the other woman?"

Cheng Yan, who was pushed in with a knife to his neck, composed himself and said, "I told her to stay here and watch over things, but she probably didn't come over because she was scared."

"What a pity, she's so beautiful. I liked that look in her eyes just now too." Qiu Xiang stepped forward with his knife, moving the tip up and down at Song Jinhe. "I really can't bring myself to do it. How about this, you beg me, and I'll try my best to make your death a little more comfortable."

Song Jinhe stared silently at the pervert in front of her, the hilt of the knife digging painfully into her palm.

She remembered who these people were; they were the same group that had followed her to the hospital. She recalled seeing the crew-cut man who had held a knife to Cheng Yan's throat.

He said the group found a decent place to stay in the city, slaughtered a group of survivors, and spared a few women.

Song Jinhe suddenly felt as if an invisible hand had already arranged everything in secret, and no matter where she went, she couldn't avoid what she was meant to encounter.

Normally she would have had a chance to escape, but now, in her current physical condition, she could only rely on a sneak attack to escape. Song Jinhe closed her eyes weakly, quietly concealing the coldness in her eyes.

Since they are a group of people, this team is the same; at this time, they will not easily kill useful people.

"Don't touch her!" Cheng Yan shouted anxiously. "She may not be infected. I'm a doctor at the Third Municipal Hospital, and I've seen many infected people."

Upon hearing this, the axe-wielding man immediately ordered his companion to release Cheng Yan, patted him on the collar, and calmly threatened, "You'd better prove you're a doctor, or I'll smash your brains out!"

"I have my work badge in my backpack."

The man with the buzz cut went to Cheng Yan's room and came back with a backpack and his work badge. "This kid really is a doctor. There's a stamp on his photo."

After saying that, he seemed to remember something and turned to Cheng Yan, "You came out of the hospital in two SUVs? Where did you park them?"

"Parking lot C," Cheng Yan said, referring to the parking lot they had visited the first time. The other party still searched him and took his car keys.

"You're smart enough to have another key," the axe-wielding man said, his gaze darkening slightly.

Song Jinhe slowly took out the car keys from under her pillow, her fingers slipped and they fell to the ground. She looked as weak as if she were terminally ill and barely breathing.

If you don't hand over the car keys, they'll search you; it's not the time to retaliate yet.

"Don't move those two yet." The axe-wielding man glanced at Qiu Xiang. "The others are fine."

Doctors and gifted individuals are both scarce resources; their leader had already made that clear.

Qiu Xiang picked up the key, scrutinized Cheng Yan and Song Jinhe's expressions, and slowly walked to the cabinet door. Seeing that there was nothing unusual on their faces, he opened the cabinet door, looked at the neatly folded quilt and two hanging coats, and then closed the cabinet door again in annoyance.

He had just mentally rehearsed many ways to kill this woman. Just imagining her fair face struggling to survive under his hand made him excited enough to jump for joy. But then a bucket of cold water was poured on him, which was very disappointing.

Chinese New Year is almost here! My writing speed has dropped drastically lately QAQ, and this is the first time I've updated during the Spring Festival.

The male lead will be appearing soon too!
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