Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 166 The Snowy Night Arrives
Fresh vegetables and meats are ridiculously expensive.

The management office said that the yield has been low for six months in a row, and if it gets colder, there will be no fresh fruits and vegetables left, and dehydrated vegetables are also expensive.

After arriving at the base, Song Jinhe did not use the food in her space to save her life, as the contribution points earned by their team were more than enough.

Sometimes I'll store a little something in the space, but I can't make it too obvious, or it'll attract attention.

Supermarkets and exchange points sell not only food, but also daily necessities and winter clothing.

Clean clothes, shoes, and blankets are all very expensive.

Survivors would barter among themselves, and even privately, they would barter with each other.

If supplies are scarce in the central area, one can only imagine the situation in other areas.

When it gets cold, there are many people outside wearing several ill-fitting clothes to keep warm, and some are even wrapped in old blankets. Having a big cotton-padded coat is enough to make people envious.

When Song Jinhe goes out to work, she will wear dirty clothes that she can't wash properly over her good clothes.

"You're Captain Song?"

Song Jinhe turned to look at the woman who was speaking; all of their team members looked to be in excellent physical condition.

She, Zhang Yi, and Qi Sixing, who was 177cm tall but very thin, stood there looking like greyhounds.

"it's me."

"I've heard about you and your team before, so I came to say hello." One of the young men with a buzz cut grinned. "I heard that Captain Song is the only person without talent who can lead the core team in the central area."

"What do you want to do?" Zhuang Ting's eyes narrowed.

"Don't get me wrong, we're just curious, so we came to get to know you."

Come see what makes her so special.

She is not only the captain of her team, but also a commander on the defensive line.

It's common in this world for gifted people to look down on ordinary people.

Song Jinhe smiled casually.
Seeing the zombies walking towards the wall, he raised his pistol and shot them one by one, then called it a day and left.

"Looks like he's not up to par. His marksmanship is so good, he's got some skills," the crew-cut youth said.
"I've heard that people who can lead the top teams in the central district are all ruthless, and women are even more ruthless."

Some people didn't care.
"No matter how good you are at shooting, you can't beat someone with talent. Even metal talent people can't be hit, let alone someone with great talent. He doesn't look like the kind of person who is exceptionally talented and skilled."

If Song Jinhe heard this, she would definitely give him a thumbs up.

That's right, she's not the type to fight head-on in one-on-one combat; she's not exactly known for her martial ethics.

At the other end, inside an abandoned church.

Iron spikes were placed between the blackened walls and the containers. Severely rotten zombies, almost like clumps of mangled flesh, hung on them, their mouths open, emitting faint sounds.

Every entrance here is protected, and the windows are sealed with iron mesh.

The iron rod, stained with oxidized blood, was pierced with several naked zombie corpses, both male and female, and one of them had been shaped like a cross.

Clearly, the people here are having fun with zombies.

"We haven't heard from He Ying for so many days, it seems something must have happened to her."

The man speaking had a calm face, but with a hint of intimidating power.

"Given her abilities, the fact that someone could kill her suggests it was likely someone from the base," someone nearby added.

"The acid rain has just passed, and the base hasn't recovered yet. This is the best opportunity. They have so many resources. If we don't seize them, how will so many of us survive this winter?"

The supplies that small groups in the surrounding areas can get are too few to be of any use.

"There's going to be a blizzard in a couple of days, so get your cars ready."

"Yes."

—Song Jinhe and the others went out again, this time to the place where they had previously sought refuge from the acid rain.

I scavenged abandoned residential buildings, fought zombies, upgraded my space and talents, and also found some relatively clean blankets and clothes.

Keep the new blankets and clothes you can wear for yourself, and take the rest back to the base.

The supplies were disinfected using equipment and placed at the resource exchange point so that people in need could collect them themselves. No contribution points were required, but it had to be verified that the situation was genuinely in need; it wasn't something to be taken for free and sold.

It's old, but it's better than freezing to death in winter.

Despite the cold wind, many elderly people, children, and women who were unable to work were queuing up.

There wasn't much firewood to be seen on the road, and even though the chairs and benches inside had been brought back, it was still a drop in the bucket.

Power has been partially restored, but the undamaged wind turbines cannot generate enough power to support such a large energy consumption.

Therefore, fuel power generation was also put into operation at the same time.

Currently, only the laboratories and key departments of the management building have electricity throughout the day, while the villa area has electricity during lunchtime and for a few hours in the evening, totaling 6 hours of electricity per day.

Two hours to the best-equipped combat team and talent apartments outside the villa area.

Of course, motion-sensor lights will be installed in the public areas and corridors on each floor, and the cafeteria will also have electricity during mealtimes.

There were canteens in the multi-person factory dormitories where cooking facilities were not available, but they mostly served rice and beans, and hard, chewy pancakes.

There were also steamed buns and work meals distributed to the workers.

Looking out the window, Deng Yurou, who was missing an arm, watched Xu Yi sitting with Qiu Ling, Jing Zhigao and his group in the cafeteria, her teeth clenched tightly.

Xu Yi caused her to become like this, yet she turned around and joined them. I heard they're moving to an apartment. Why should they?!
Xu Yi also saw her former companions, but she calmly looked away.

North Second District.

When Song Jinhe and the others were working outside, they ate the same work meals together. The food for the gifted was a little better, but it wasn't much better.

The defense line is not yet fully repaired, so the core combat teams are taking turns guarding the entrances and exits during this period.

Song Jinhe sat in the duty room, wrapped another blanket around herself, and the group quickly and tacitly ate some late-night snacks, pork dumplings, when no one else was around.

The outside temperature dropped to -18 degrees Celsius, and it started snowing as soon as it got dark.

The duty room has unlimited hot water and charcoal, but it's right in front of a drafty area with an unobstructed view.

The charcoal fire needed ventilation, and a layer of ice had formed in the window cracks.

Under the lamplight, the swirling snowflakes danced in the pitch-black night, reflecting a silvery light.

It was a beautiful scene, if it weren't for the howling wind making the tin sheets clang and the rusty wire mesh creaking.

It's still a bit creepy to listen to in the middle of the night.

Despite the bad weather, we must not be careless when guarding the two high points. Song Jinhe and his five colleagues are guarding the most critical positions.

Dai Jie is staying home, and Cheng Yan is on night shift at the clinic today.

Jiang Shi'an, who was in the lab during the day, came along to be with Song Jinhe.

"Don't you need to go to the lab tomorrow?" Song Jinhe put down her night vision goggles.

“We can go this afternoon,” Jiang Shi’an chuckled. “Anyway, I’m in charge of the lab.”

Song Jinhe:
The clock on the wall showed it was only 10 o'clock.

Suddenly, the communicator rang, and Qi Sixing's voice sounded a little distorted in the cold wind, "Something seems wrong. There are lights sweeping across, they're car headlights."

"They went to the West End."

"Did you see what kind of car it was?" Song Jinhe frowned.