Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 187 The Former Temporary Shelter
The convoy traveled along the route for two days.

We couldn't find any food to eat along the way, but we had some medicine that was about to expire.

They only took a portion of these supplies, which are not particularly scarce.

There are also survivors in this place trying to survive.

“The old shelter is just ahead.” Pei Mao’s tone was somewhat heavy.

The dilapidated entrance, the collapsed makeshift houses, and the oxidized blood on the tents tell you what happened here.

Zhuang Ting and Yi Feng used their innate abilities to fly up and take a look.

The makeshift shelter was a scene of utter devastation, teeming with thousands of zombies.

If they are alerted, the three of them alone are not enough to fight them.

There are mutated zombies inside.

Song Jinhe sensed it.

But there are also plenty of medicines and unopened canned foods here.

It's unrealistic to clear out all these zombies; we can only lure them away and then quickly move the medicine.

The convoy's main purpose was to transport medicine; they couldn't take the food with them, and only Song Jinhe, who possessed spatial abilities, could take some of it with her.

"What should we do?" Su Lan crossed her arms and looked at Song Jinhe.

Song Jinhe: "Are your people willing to follow my orders?"

"If your plan is reasonable."

“Okay, the door on the east side of the shelter is closed, and the zombies are concentrated there. We can have Zhuang Ting and Yi Feng lead them there to the top floor of that teaching building, and then we can enter from the south. They just said that the talent can last for half an hour, which is enough time.”

Su Lan frowned. "But once the zombies break through the east gate, they will block the convoy. It would be a miracle if that gate could hold out for five minutes."

"So they can't go out, and they have to lure the zombies to the playground. We have to enter the gymnasium during this time to take away the necessary medicine, otherwise we'll die there."

As she spoke, Song Jinhe took a backpack full of Molotov cocktails from the trunk and gave them to Zhuang Ting.

"I really envy their talent for flying," a team member exclaimed.

Zhuang Ting slung his backpack over his shoulder, smiled,
"At first, I could only get the spoon moving, like I had no talent at all." Yi Feng picked up the small speaker that was playing music and started working with Zhuang Ting.

Song Jinhe waited outside for a few minutes, then pretended to check the time before saying, "You can go in now."

"The timing is so precise." Su Lan looked at the playground, which was mostly empty.

This temporary shelter on campus, with its playground and gymnasium used to house survivors, has now become the most dangerous place.

With limited time, everyone sped up, swatting away the zombies that spotted them and rushing into the warehouse where supplies were stored.

They can only bring in as much medicine as they can; they can only come in this once.

Song Jinhe carried a snakeskin bag and, to everyone's astonishment, swept it away in a whirlwind, also managing to stuff a considerable amount of supplies into her personal space.

I've collected several boxes of canned goods.

"Was Sister Song always like this?"

Cheng Yan nodded, "Yes."

Song Jinhe's gaze suddenly darkened, and she tossed the snakeskin bag to Cheng Yan, "Something's coming this way. You guys take the stuff and leave first."

"it is good."

As soon as the group came out, an exceptionally strong zombie jumped down, its body trembling as it hit the ground.

Song Jinhe fired several shots, each hitting the head, but he couldn't kill it.

This zombie is not only strong, but also fast, making it impossible to catch.

If you touch it, you'll be crippled.

Even though Jiang Shi'an drained the fluid from its body, it only seriously injured it.

"No, we're running out of time! If we don't retreat within two minutes, the horde of zombies will be here." Song Jinhe looked at Jiang Shi'an.

Jiang Shi'an took her long sword and asked in a voice only the two of them could hear, "How long can you control it?"

"No more than three seconds."

"enough."