Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 17 Walkie-Talkie

Finding that the stairs leading down were impassable, Scarface's men turned around and headed uphill.

There were also zombies on the floor above. Just as Song Jinhe and the others dealt with the ones in the corridor, a few more crawled out of the fire escape.

She still had a fever, felt terrible, and her senses were failing.

"You guys go first, I'll be right there." Song Jinhe left those words behind, grabbed her weapon, and ran back.

Before she could explain why, she saw the man with the buzz cut clutch the walkie-talkie and disappear into the room.

He needed to use the walkie-talkie to call for help.

The hospital isn't far from here; judging by the time, the other group has already come out of the hospital!

Arriving outside the room where the man with the buzz cut was hiding, Song Jinhe took oil from her spatial storage and poured it inside.

She could only sense the other person's actions but couldn't hear their voices. Now, apart from a splitting headache, she couldn't feel anything at all.

She had no idea whether the other party had contacted the other team.

Song Jinhe looked at the zombies in front of her, calmly lit the Molotov cocktail, and only threw it out when the zombies were almost outside the door.

The oil on the ground spread instantly upon contact with the flames.

Inside the door, a man with a buzz cut was using a walkie-talkie to report his location and explain the situation amidst a crackling static.

The sudden burst of flames from under the door caught him off guard; someone outside was setting a fire to burn him alive!

"What happened? Hello?" a voice came from the walkie-talkie.

Without waiting to answer, he hurriedly grabbed the weapon on the table and went to open the door, ready to stab the person outside as soon as he opened it. But when he opened the door, he found a zombie on fire.

He didn't retreat in time, and the zombie fell over. The scorching flames licked his palms, burning several large blisters. Just as he dealt with the zombie, his body suddenly felt cold.

The man with the buzz cut looked down at the machete that had pierced his body and at Song Jinhe, who was hiding by the door.

Amidst the crackling static on the walkie-talkie, a distorted male voice still asked, "What's wrong with you? What happened? Speak—"

Song Jinhe forcefully pulled out the knife, took the walkie-talkie from the lifeless man with the buzz cut, and put it into her spatial storage, thus cutting off the signal.

The area they were in was like an isolated island, surrounded by floodwaters. It would take several more days for the water to recede enough for them to leave.

Once the remaining people and the hospital team reunite, killing them won't take that long.

Song Jinhe caught up with Cheng Yan and the others. The path they had taken before was now different, and zombies could appear from anywhere at any time.

They were being very careful, but something still happened. Suddenly, a zombie grabbed Peng Zhixue from behind and opened its blood-red maw amidst his terrified screams.

Unfortunately, the area was cluttered with debris, so Song Jinhe's support couldn't arrive quickly enough. Zhang Yi stabbed one of the zombies first, and then Song Jinhe arrived to provide additional damage, working together to kill two zombies.

"Brother Peng, are you alright?" Zhang Yi asked.

Peng Zhixue took a deep breath and said, "It's nothing."

There were quite a few zombies on the road ahead, and they were exhausted from walking all the way back to the unloading warehouse.

The zombies outside had dispersed, and they were preparing to drive away.

Suddenly, a zombie without hands and not human-shaped emerged from under Cheng Yan's car, startling everyone. They instinctively swung their weapons at it.

At that moment, a dark figure walked across the simple steps above.

What he threw towards Cheng Yan and the others was a live zombie head!

"Get out of the way!"

Song Jinhe's warning came too late. Peng Zhixue pushed Cheng Yan aside but couldn't dodge and was bitten on the palm. Bright red blood seeped from the shallow teeth marks. He clutched his hand, looking pained. Song Jinhe coldly looked at the tattooed man who slowly walked out, his clothes stained with a large patch of zombie blood.

“I just came to scout ahead, I didn’t expect to have such an unexpected gain.” He laughed. “Don’t be so surprised, I’ve been to this place before, and they killed several of our people. They always have to pay a price.”

The tattooed man whistled, used the clutter on the shelves as a cover, and disappeared in a few steps.

"There's a pharmacy nearby, we can still make it there in time!" Zhang Yi said anxiously, looking at the injury on Peng Zhixue's hand. "Such a small wound, it only needs..."

"That's too late."

Peng Zhixue shook his head, turned around bitterly, and two glaring scratch marks on the back of his neck were exposed to the air.

Song Jinhe and the other two remained unusually silent.

The hand injury can be treated without going to the pharmacy; Song Jinhe has hemostatic medicine and bandages in her space. But there's nothing she can do about the back of her neck.

They were once just strangers who met by chance in the hospital, but things have changed so much over time. How could I not be moved by this scene?

They were so close to leaving this place.

"I know I'm going to die, so I want to help you in any way I can."

Peng Zhixue forced himself to remain calm and continued, "If there's still a chance to leave here, could you drop me off near Xingfu Residential Area? I don't need to go inside, just outside is fine, it's not far away."

Cheng Yan's eyes reddened slightly, and he nodded solemnly, "I will definitely take you there."

Zhang Yi wiped away her tears and took out a bottle of iodine from her backpack. "Let's wipe it first, maybe it will help."

They all knew it was useless, but they tacitly kept quiet about it.

Those with special talents can resist the zombie virus to a certain extent, and those who are not seriously injured may survive. However, the awakening of their talents, like the initial infection, occurs without any warning or opportunity.

Upon inspection, it was discovered that one of the tires on Song Jinhe's car had been punctured.

"How about we ride in one car? We can put the supplies down and squeeze in," Zhang Yi said.

Song Jinhe shook her head. "It can still be driven with the spare tire."

And she has one more thing to do.

The reason that the tattooed pervert ran away so easily wasn't because he felt that this level of revenge was enough, but because another team would come to his aid.

What just happened is a warning.

The enemy's plan was to let them run first, then follow them and track their movements, so that they could be surrounded and killed in despair without any chance of failure.

Song Jinhe moved Cheng Yan and the others' supplies back to their back seat and gave them six Molotov cocktails.

"What are you planning to do?" Cheng Yan looked at Song Jinhe, feeling that her gaze was too sharp.

"Strike first and eliminate them completely. Those people have accomplices. When we leave, we need to avoid the hospital area. You guys go out first."

After saying that, Song Jinhe changed the spare tire with Cheng Yan's help, got into the driver's seat, and fastened her seatbelt.

The remaining three got into another car, and the engine slowly started.

Zhang Yi sat in the passenger seat, clutching a bag of Molotov cocktails. Peng Zhixue carefully opened the inside pocket of his clothes, took out an old wallet, looked at the photo on it, and was filled with sorrow and helplessness.

He didn't want to die and was still praying for a miracle, but his physical condition was reminding him to accept reality.

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Song Jinhe followed behind and drove out of the alley. Just as they had expected, there were many zombies outside that had come from the wading area, some even with two snails stuck to their bodies.

(End of this chapter)