Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 165 This plant is poisonous

Power has not yet been restored, the temperature has dropped to minus ten degrees Celsius, and the sleet has turned into heavy snow.

Fortunately, Song Jinhe and his family's two houses have been repaired in a timely manner.

Otherwise, with the weight of the snow, the already precarious roof would collapse.

The air-raid shelters were poorly equipped and the living conditions were quite crowded. After the acid rain stopped, many of the people who had taken refuge there returned to their previous homes.

The paint on the outside of the makeshift tin shack had been almost completely corroded, and the rust-red and black colors blended together, making it look old and dirty, like scrap metal in a recycling center.

The base needs to build its defenses first; everything else is up to us.

The temperature dropped too quickly; we can't wait. No matter what, life has to go on.

The solar panels were well protected, but the windmill, due to its height and size, was still damaged despite protective measures, and repairing it would be a major undertaking.

Previously untreated corpses also need to be moved and covered up.

Water treatment is very limited, and the amount of water is still allocated according to the number of people. The water quality is not as good as before, and many people have lost their hair after drinking it.

The senior management of the villa area all have small storage rooms, so there is no problem with clean water.

As for the snow outside, it is even more inedible. Emergency broadcasts were issued for a whole day, stating that the snow contains excessive levels of harmful substances and can be used to flush toilets, but never as drinking water.

Last night, someone, for some reason, insisted on taking a bite out of someone else's snowman.

Okay, I was vomiting, had diarrhea, felt dizzy, and had to take myself to the clinic.

Cheng Yan rushed over in the middle of the night to save the person.

Fortunately, he was a newcomer to the central area team, and his older brother was also a member of the combat team, contributing a lot of points.

Gu Huai went over early in the morning and scolded them both, knowing that supplies were scarce and that they were wasting medical resources.

"Everyone else is building a Peashooter, and you're going to play a zombie? And you, he's young, and you're young too? Didn't you know to stop him?"

The young man, standing ramrod straight, dared not utter a word; the person in the hospital bed dared even less. How so? When it snowed heavily, people, driven nearly mad by oppression, found a way to cheer themselves up by putting on gloves and building snowmen. And so, more and more people started building them.

Song Jinhe was one of them.

The Peashooter was built by Qi Sixing and his friends, the Sunflower was built by Zhang Yi and Zhuang Ting, and the Pole Vault Zombie was built by her and Jiang Shi'an.

They felt quite accomplished after finishing building them. Even Li Jin, a mature-beyond-his-years kid, liked it. They were planning to build a few more in the yard and on the roof.

Song Jinhe cleared her throat.

"We've changed the pole vaulting zombie to one that's holding up a sign; plants can't eat it, and neither can zombies."

“This has nothing to do with you.” Gu Huai shook his head. “After eating it, this kid even said that the plant was poisonous.”

When Jiang Shi'an heard about this, he looked at him and the other two as if they were idiots.

"Or you should let him join the first team later."

With such a clear-eyed naiveté, it's still too dangerous to do missions outside.

That would be a waste of such great talent.

The teenage boy in the hospital bed was quite happy to learn that they had built the snowmen.
"Sister Song, you and Brother Jiang are my idols! Especially last time, you took down a zombie dog with one hit, so cool!"

It was definitely not a place to laugh in the ward, so Song Jinhe only laughed after she came out. When they were piling on top of each other, they never expected that someone would take a bite.

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Before going to the front line to change shifts in the morning, Song Jinhe went to the supermarket. Prices in the base would change just like before the apocalypse.

The only constant is the food necessary for survival.

Compressed biscuits, potatoes, sweet potatoes, and rice, which has the highest yield but poor taste.