Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 19 Leaving the City
"What should we do? Jinhe didn't go out with us!" Zhang Yi turned her head and looked at the dense horde of corpses behind the car, her heart pounding with anxiety.

“She will definitely find another way.” Even as he said this, Cheng Yan’s worry was still evident. “We can’t go back. Let’s find a place to spend the night first and then make further plans.”

"There is a training center about 6 kilometers ahead on Shahu Street."

Peng Zhixue's breath was drawn out when he spoke, and his body had begun to show symptoms.

Cheng Yan withdrew his gaze, stepped on the gas, shook off the zombies behind him, and turned towards Shahu Street.

Peng Zhixue's condition can hold out for a while longer; we cannot leave him alone until then.

In less than half an hour, the three vehicles drove onto the main road one after another. The SUV leading the way braked and turned on its turn signal as soon as it saw the crowd of people ahead.

"What the hell are they doing? How are they going to get in with so many zombies?" The man driving the SUV frowned impatiently. "We can't get in touch with either of their walkie-talkies. What kind of crazy woman is this, with the license plate ending in 886? They've been made to look so disheveled."

"Let's find somewhere to hide first, and wait until the zombies inside disperse tomorrow," the man in the leather jacket said calmly.

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Song Jinhe finally got out of the car, which had a broken bumper and was unstable.

It was getting darker and darker; the car was out of order, and the people couldn't hold on any longer.

She slumped over the steering wheel, opened her mouth weakly, and tried to recover, feeling no desire to move a single part of her body.

It's getting dark soon, and there's nowhere to hide nearby. Zombies are everywhere. The bank we just passed was safe, but we can't get inside.

Looking at the gray buildings and ragged zombies, Song Jinhe took a sip of water and forced herself to drive the car into the old alleyway.

The surrounding area is full of old houses from decades ago, some with broken windows that expose the peeling paint on the iron bars inside.

Looking out from the courtyard, the dark green leaves clung to the blackened exterior walls, and the windows resembled an ancient, deep well, gloomy and dark.

Song Jinhe didn't plan to get out of the car and go into the house. It didn't feel safe at all, and she didn't have the energy to break down the door and eliminate the danger.

She hadn't felt it before, but now that she was all alone and had to spend the night outside, she felt an indescribable sadness.

Song Jinhe took out iodine, hemostatic medicine, and gauze, and covered herself with a blanket to clean the knife wound on her hand.

It gets dark quickly, so we can't turn on the lights. We can only do simple treatments for now. She doesn't know how to sew, and she can't do it in the dark either.

I must learn how to treat injuries from Cheng Yan when I have time in the future.

Song Jinhe climbed into the back seat, took out two hot potatoes, and ate them while watching the zombies slowly walking by in front of her.

The zombie fragments on the roof and the black blood splattered on the car body were like a ghillie suit, allowing her to hide inside the car and avoid being noticed by the zombies.

Feeling really unwell, she fell asleep without realizing it. In the middle of the night, she had a nightmare about zombies crawling into her car, which woke her up.

Outside the car window, it was pitch black, and there were rustling sounds, but Song Jinhe couldn't tell what they were. She pulled the blanket tighter to keep the heat inside from dissipating.

Such nights are too hard to endure; when she can't sleep, she longs for dawn.

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the other side.

Cheng Yan and his two companions successfully entered the training center.

Peng Zhixue was isolated in the room, and Cheng Yan stayed by his side all night until the next morning, when Peng Zhixue was already beyond saving.

His face was ashen, and the blood he vomited soaked through his clothes. His eyes were also gradually becoming unfocused.

"You guys go ahead, but make sure the door is locked tight." Peng Zhixue looked at the Xingfu residential area not far away, submerged in muddy water. The floodwaters were starting to recede, and he had no choice but to return here.

Zhang Yi and Cheng Yan said goodbye to him with tears in their eyes, left the room, closed the door, and wrote a reminder on the door with a marker.

As they turned to walk toward the stairs, there seemed to be a faint hissing sound coming from the room behind them.

"We're the only ones left. We must find Jinhe alive." Zhang Yi's fingers tightened.

Cheng Yan nodded, "She circled the direction out of the city and the destination on the map earlier. If you don't go through the shopping mall, you can go north first and then go around. As long as the destination is the same, you will always meet."

At this moment, on the main road outside the mall, an SUV took the lead and, following the trail, discovered the wreckage of two vehicles and a burnt walkie-talkie.

The man who got out of the car immediately became serious. "Brother Wen, this..."

They thought Old Scar's team had just encountered a tricky situation, but they never expected it to turn out like this.

The man on the ground with charred skin, half-eaten by zombies, and his head ripped out, was Old Scar.

He's a power-giver, and he's carrying a gun.

How did things come to this? Who exactly is the other party?

Sun Bingwen glanced at Qiu Xiang, the zombie walking towards them, pulled out a military knife from his waist and dealt with him instantly. His gaze shifted from the pickup truck to the minivan, and finally settled on the several zombies on the ground with their heads blown open.

"The other side used Molotov cocktails, and one of their accomplices had a rather sophisticated weapon. They detonated the car."

As he spoke, he squatted down to examine Qiu Xiang's wounds. "That's strange. There are only knife wounds."

"Brother, what do we do now? We don't know where those people have gone," the subordinate asked.

"Notify the boss first. With such good equipment, they're a big fish." Sun Bingwen sneered. "They shouldn't have gone far. They came from the mall, and there might still be survivors nearby."

Song Jinhe woke up at around 8 a.m.

After a good night's sleep, I felt better, but the knife wound on my right hand was still very painful.

The two or three zombies wandering outside didn't notice her. Song Jinhe casually folded the quilt twice with one hand and put it into her space, then took out a clean trench coat and put it on.

It's best not to wear those blood-stained clothes and outdoor jacket from yesterday; they're too conspicuous. She even threw away the license plate number.

We used a lot of Molotov cocktails yesterday, and there are only a few left in the storage space. We still have raw materials, but they won't last long if we don't use them sparingly.

Song Jinhe held the steering wheel with one hand, glanced at the fuel level, and figured there wouldn't be any major problems getting out of the city.

She wasn't familiar with the area, and the map didn't cover such a small area.

The only way to find them is to follow the road and stay along the outskirts of the western district to reduce the chances of encountering that group of people.

Song Jinhe wandered around for a long time. Her imagination was wonderful, but reality was cruel. Looking at the marks left on the wall after the water receded and the road ahead that was still soaked in water, she knew that she had gone the wrong way again.

Living such a life of hardship and exposure to the elements, facing immense mental pressure alone, especially since she hadn't been able to leave the dangerous area, any slight disturbance would put her on edge.

Not long ago, she passed by a temporary aid station and saw that the area outside the tent was full of wandering zombies, men, women, and children. If she hadn't run slowly, she probably wouldn't have been able to get out.

After two days and two nights, Song Jinhe finally arrived in the suburbs. Looking at the undulating mountains and low houses in the distance, she breathed a deep sigh of relief.

The car needs a new tire, and the wound on my hand keeps reopening while I'm fighting zombies to stay alive; it just won't heal.

If this continues, her hand might really be ruined, and she urgently needs a safe place to recover.

(End of this chapter)