Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 174 Heavy snow blocks roads
In less than half a month, the temperature dropped to minus forty-two degrees Celsius.

When I woke up, the door was frozen shut by snow. I finally managed to open it, but when I stepped out, my foot almost sank up to my knee.

It's becoming increasingly difficult to get out of the base.

The heavy snow blocked all the roads.

Worse still, there are zombies hidden in the seemingly pure white, thick snow. If you step into it without knowing, you'll get your leg grabbed and bitten.

It's no different from wading through a minefield; you never know if you'll survive the next step.

But it's different for Song Jinhe.

With a weapon in hand, you can kill them one by one. These zombies buried in the snow and those that don't move become experience points for expanding your space.

Using her homemade anti-slip gear, she was ready to hunt in the snow.

Qi Sixing watched as she plunged her pickaxe into the soft snow, pulling it out with dark blood.

Encountering strangers in this scene is quite eerie, comparable to the kind of nighttime murderers in movies.

"A real-life version of Minesweeper or Whack-a-Mole?"

Every crater on the ground represents a dead zombie; if you don't hit it in one shot, the zombie that's still alive won't have a chance to crawl out.

Even though she couldn't pierce the frozen zombies with arrows, she didn't even turn her head before the zombies behind her were killed by a mental attack.

Song Jinhe, holding a pickaxe, gave a no-questions-asked gesture, while Qi Sixing marked the area to indicate that it had been cleared.

She tried using Meng Yuyao's attack methods to control the zombies, but it didn't work; she could only kill them, not control them.

Meng Yuyao should only be able to influence the thoughts of living people; zombies have no thoughts, only instincts.

Song Jinhe had also tried dealing with people; the last time she chased after the main force of the fleeing invaders, it didn't work either.

"We still haven't found any timber today," Zhang Yi sighed.

Without solar power, the base's power supply is already very tight, and some lines have been damaged by freezing. Even the villa area only gets electricity twice a week, for two hours each time, just to heat water for everyone.

Other residential areas only have this once a week.

Those with ample supplies can use their own generators, but the fuel cannot be guaranteed to burn for an extended period.

Song Jinhe's space contained charcoal and fuel oil, but it wasn't that extravagant.

Coal and charcoal are now strictly controlled commodities, just like the purchase restrictions before the apocalypse.

The number of redemptions per household per week is limited and is far from enough.

Those who were doing well took out the animal furs they had hoarded in the past, while most ordinary people just toughed it out.

Within two weeks, many people with weak constitutions did not survive. At the worst time, five people died in one building every two days.

A portion of the air-raid shelters has been opened to the public; anyone who registers can move in to spend the winter.

Ordinary people who don't have enough contribution points or decent warm clothing can at least survive.

At mealtimes, they start distributing food, which is when it gets livelyest.

It's not expensive, but the prices are fixed every day. If you want to eat better, you can buy pre-heated canned food, but not many people buy that there.

Ordinary people are just waiting for the New Year. Even though it's the end of the world, the same contribution points will definitely get you much better food on New Year's Day.

They trudged through the thick snow to get home. It was very windy outside when they entered the door, and they all looked like they had been pushed in.

Song Jinhe patted the snow off her face, put down her hat. She could afford a hot shower, but washing her hair in winter was a hassle, so she and Zhang Yi both cut their hair short again.

Zhang Yi stirred up the embers in the fireplace that had been buried to preserve the embers, added some wood, and said, "How about we have hand-pulled noodles today?"

The fireplace has limited heat retention, but it's great for cooking. This area has been converted into a stove and can also be used to sprout mung beans.

"Okay, okay." Qi Sixing was the first to squat down next to the food as soon as he heard about it.