Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 155 How could you hear that?

boom!
The debris on the ground suddenly crashed into the streetlight; if the person hadn't run fast enough, it would have hit them.

The building was pitch black, drafty and leaky, with bones and stinking blankets rolled up together.

The clouds outside were even darker, and the ground quickly accumulated a layer of water.

Song Jinhe looked at the straight street lamps, their white paint and reddish-brown rust gleaming from the wash. The rainwater gathered on the ground reflected the thick black clouds in the sky. She didn't know if it was just her imagination, but she felt uneasy.

They found a fairly spacious place.

A draft blew in from all directions, and the temperature dropped lower and lower. I picked a stool that wasn't wet, chopped it open with an axe to start a fire, and waited for the rain to stop before making any further plans.

The rain continued until evening without stopping, and the sky remained the same color, making it impossible to perceive the passage of time.

"It was thirty degrees yesterday, but today it feels like winter." Qi Sixing put his hand over the fire, and his back shivered involuntarily. "I'm not going to have to spend the night in a place like this, am I?"

The area under the window was soaked by the rain, and the air was chilly.

"It's almost evening, we probably won't be able to leave today."

Song Jinhe took out flatbread, canned food, and a metal lunchbox from her backpack. Pei Mao, who was holding compressed biscuits and about to share, paused for two seconds.

Suddenly, the compressed biscuits in my hand tasted like nothing at all, even though they were tasteless to begin with.

No, everyone else goes on missions lightly equipped, why would they bring lunchboxes and cook noodles?
Yes, having water-type talent is a good thing.

I added water to the lunchbox to cook noodles, and heated the canned food directly by the fire. Once the noodles were cooked, I put them into the can, and a simple and unpretentious dinner was ready.

There are extra contribution points for consumable resources during missions, but unused resources cannot be saved.

Teams going out on missions usually don't have much opportunity to cook for themselves. They usually eat canned food and dry rations. It's not easy to find clean water outside. A trip might last for several days, so how could they carry enough water to cook rice?

"You want to choose compressed biscuits?"

Song Jinhe looked over, but since there were other teams there, she didn't take out the braised beef can to go with the noodles.

Upon hearing this, Pei Mao and the others quickly put down the compressed biscuits, their eyes shining as they looked at the food on the fire.

With hot noodles and hot dishes available, who would still eat compressed biscuits!

The lunchbox had limited capacity, so the noodles were cooked in several batches. The wind and rain continued outside. The noodles, soaked in broth, were incredibly delicious and comforting with every bite.

Pei Mao also ordered an extra serving of noodles, which he finished off along with the remaining broth from the can.

This was the first time he had eaten so well while on a mission. He really hoped he could go out with Sister Jinhe and Brother Jiang again next time.

Previously, I could still see the road outside, but now there is only complete darkness.

Lighting a fire here would be very conspicuous, but given the situation outside, even if someone spotted them, they wouldn't be able to get through.

Song Jinhe added a piece of wood to the fire. At nine o'clock in the evening, the rain showed no signs of letting up.

Pei Mao's teammate with keen hearing suddenly spoke up, "There are zombie sounds."

"Where is it?" Pei Mao asked.

"Behind this building, with the heavy rain and a lot of surrounding noise, it's hard to tell how many there are."

Song Jinhe recalled the terrain behind her. It seemed to be a supermarket, but the main entrance was gone. It looked like there would be no supplies there. Considering that the abandoned building offered a better view, she didn't go there.

Jiang Shi'an: "Keep a close watch tonight and don't disturb them."

Everyone nodded.

It was too cold at night, and it wasn't convenient to take out clothes and blankets from the space, so they simply moved an old sofa to block the wind.

The torrential rain finally subsided a bit in the latter half of the night. Song Jinhe's bad premonition grew stronger, so she stood up, turned on her flashlight at its lowest setting, and approached the window.

"Something's not right," she whispered.

The beam of light fell on the messy, dirty blankets under the window; the pattern seemed faded. The smell was off too.

Jiang Shi'an, who was walking up behind him, took the flashlight and observed it carefully. Rainwater condensed into balls on his palm before dissipating.

"It's acid rain, and it will be much more serious than the one that happened in Wucheng before."

At that moment, Song Jinhe suddenly sensed something, quickly turned off the flashlight, and kept her voice down to the lowest possible level in the darkness.
There are zombies down there.

They were on the third floor. There was no way to manage the cars parked below if they went up higher.

Two zombies aren't the problem; the problem is that the acid rain outside can easily corrode and discolor textiles. If it alerts the horde of zombies in the supermarket behind, they'll be in big trouble.

We can't fight; this is the edge of the city.

The zombies' cries mingled with the sound of rain, amplifying in everyone's ears. Song Jinhe and Jiang Shi'an slowly retreated, keeping her hood up the whole time to avoid the leaks above her head.

Just a touch and you might go bald.

Fortunately, both teams were very experienced. They remained calm when they heard the hoarse roars of the zombies, and the size of the fire in the middle was controlled after nine o'clock.

The surroundings gradually quieted down, leaving only the sound of rain.

"Have they left?" Qi Sixing asked in a low voice.

The volume was kept very low; even our own people couldn't hear it.

But Song Jinhe and the teammate with the keen hearing changed their expressions almost simultaneously.

"Damn! It's coming up!" the team member whispered.

"How the hell can you hear that?" Qi Sixing was shocked.

"Don't just stand there, come with me, hurry up!" Song Jinhe pulled out a dagger.

This is a mutated zombie with eyes covered in rotting flesh and unusually large ears.

In just a short while, it's already up here!

Qi Sixing grabbed his weapon and followed Song Jinhe and Jiang Shi'an, rushing quickly towards the stairs where the railings had disappeared.

The others remained behind with their weapons, not moving. In this environment, acting rashly would only hinder them; it was more appropriate for them to keep an eye on what was happening behind them.

On the dark staircase, a roar was heard, and a dark figure leaped up from the side without railings, instantly disrupting the formation of the three.

The space to dodge here was too small, so Jiang Shi'an had to jump to the next level. It was only because he was good at it that he was able to do so. If it were an ordinary person, they probably wouldn't have landed on their feet first, but would have fallen directly down.

Song Jinhe quickly took out a crowbar from her spatial storage to block it, but the zombie was incredibly strong. With a flick of its wrist, the crowbar flew out of her hand and smashed to the ground.

At the same time, the sound of water around the stairwell became unusually loud, which conveniently masked the fighting sounds in the confined space.

That's why they chose to handle it in the middle.

The staircase is the most enclosed space in the entire building, and Jiang Shi'an can take advantage of the environment to block out noise and disturbances.

Qi Sixing seized the opportunity to shoot an arrow at the zombie's face, but it grabbed it and pulled it out by force. Instead, Qi Sixing was almost pushed down the gap between each floor of the stairs.

Jiang Shi'an, who caught up, held off the mutated zombie, allowing Song Jinhe to pull Qi Sixing up.

"Five more are coming up!" Song Jinhe hurriedly reminded them.

Right now, Jiang Shi'an's back was facing down the stairs, with mutated zombies blocking their way. They couldn't use guns or Molotov cocktails because they were all too close together!