Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 161 Continued Rainfall
Back in the villa area in the afternoon, Cheng Yan delivered medicine to those who needed it. The water in the yard had already reached the first step.

This is the result after we tried to control it; otherwise, the house would have been flooded within a day.

On the fifth day, the rain stopped briefly, and the water on the stairs had just receded two floors when an even stronger storm descended.

The door panel was smashed open, and water was seeping into it.

They sealed the chimney on the very first day, which kept the temperature around 7 or 8 degrees Celsius, not too cold, so they didn't need the fireplace.

The water from the tap had a rusty taste and was visibly dirty.

It's unclear how far this rain will affect the area, but it's foreseeable that after this rain, it will be much harder to find intact cars on the road like before.

If it weren't for environmental factors, the existing vehicles and supplies would have been enough to sustain the survivors for a long time.

On the sixth day, on the empty defensive line of the base, the damp, blackened iron mesh and steel plates gleamed with a cold, desolate light in the dim daylight.

Everything was shrouded in darkness. In the gloomy air-raid shelter, people persevered, praying for the rain to stop.

Due to damage to multiple water pipes, water supply was suspended again in areas outside the air-raid shelter in order to minimize further damage to facilities.

The base has done its best to maintain it.

The temperature dropped rapidly in the middle of the night, making it impossible to leave the villa area. Water did not enter the houses, and the only way to prevent flooding was through sandbags and specially made waterproof cloths.

The residents of the apartment building and the first floor of the dormitory have all moved upstairs, and there are still lights, voices, and coughs in the corridors late at night.

"I don't know when the rain will stop," Zhao's father sighed, looking out the dark window. "Fortunately, we've harvested all the harvestable vegetables. Even if the water reaches the temperature-controlled glass room, it will reduce some of the losses."

Those crops were grown with great care and effort; how could they not feel bad?

Zhao's mother was taking stock of supplies. "Yan Zhou said the temperature is going to drop further, so he told us not to go out these next few days, especially when he's on duty."

That afternoon, someone in their building died from a respiratory illness. Zhao's father grabbed an iron rod and went up to fight the zombies, which nearly scared her to death. Meanwhile, in another building...

"Thank you."

The man outside the door, clutching the two pills he had cut off, gratefully thanked Qiu Ling, Xu Yi, and the others inside.

He asked many people with the supplies, but couldn't get any medicine. He was almost in despair.

Although the base arranged for people to deliver supplies, most of them were dry rations such as compressed biscuits. Medicines were always a rare commodity, not to mention that everyone was trapped inside the building.

Even those who have medicine in their hands are unwilling to take it out.

Are you alright? Are you sure this common cold medicine will work for you?

Jing Zhigao looked at the man's dazed gaze with concern; he had heard him vomiting in the corridor just half an hour ago.

A few days ago, the survivors from Wucheng and Xu Yi moved to the same floor and changed to suites. They all lived together with people they knew, instead of sleeping in six-person bunk beds with other people.

"It's okay, I'm just a little dizzy. I'll be fine after I go back and rest."

The man politely said goodbye to them and returned to his sleeping spot on the floor. He used to live on the top floor, but after the rain, he had to move down like everyone else.

To avoid disturbing others, he deliberately chose a corner spot.

He took out his badly damaged thermos, took the medicine, covered himself with the faded blanket, and closed his eyes to rest.

In the dim light, the window at the far end was sealed shut, and no one saw his gradually paling face or his painful breathing.

The wails of a dying person are known to be incredibly eerie to anyone who has heard them. As lightning flashed, those who were still awake by the wall looked over.