Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 20 Tavern
Song Jinhe glanced at the desolate little supermarket, coffee shop, and pub in front of her, parked her car behind the building, and went downstairs with a kitchen knife.

The weather was bad, and the area behind the glass door was a mess. The supermarket shelves were mostly empty, with miscellaneous items scattered all over the floor, and a few zombies were wandering around.

Unable to lift her hand at all, Song Jinhe didn't go inside, but went straight to the tavern, where there were so many empty beer bottles that her eyes lit up.

She has plenty of high-proof liquor and bottled purified water—all things she needs! Especially the clean water, which she consumes very quickly.

As he was moving supplies into the space with one hand, he suddenly felt wheels rolling across the ground outside.

Song Jinhe quickly put away the bottled water beside her, picked up the knife and hid behind her. Seeing that there was a kitchen and a storeroom behind her, she immediately turned around and went to the second floor.

As soon as she stepped onto the wooden stairs, she heard voices from below.

"This wine is amazing! Before the apocalypse, a bottle cost four figures."

Then came the sound of a bottle cap being opened.

"Don't drink too much and mess things up."

“I know, do you think they’ll really head towards Nanhe District? We’ve been waiting on the road out of the city for a whole day.”

"Not necessarily, this road is easier to walk on." The burly man picked up the bottle and took a big gulp. "The water in the city is receding, and those who can get out will start running out in a few days."

There were four men on the other side, all burly and strong. Song Jinhe leaned against the wall, her body tense.

"I'll go to the back storeroom and see if there's any good wine hidden there."

Hearing the approaching footsteps, Song Jinhe took a deep breath and walked uphill.

The old wooden staircase was prone to making noise, so she turned to the side, staring intently at the bottom of the stairs, walking slowly and carefully.

As soon as I stepped onto the last step, I turned around and suddenly a tall, long-legged man with a striking appearance appeared before me.

His features, especially his eyebrows and eyes, were exquisitely refined, exuding a cool and languid air. His non-threatening appearance was nothing like that of someone from the apocalypse.

Song Jinhe's eyes darkened slightly, and she quickly pressed the kitchen knife against his waist, lowering her voice, "Don't move."

The man seemed to pause for a second, his gaze sweeping across the stairs, but he didn't say anything.

Noticing his wrist movement, Song Jinhe pressed the knife closer, saying, "I told you, don't move, or I'll stab you in the waist."

The man lowered his eyelashes, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, then he smiled casually, "You can't reach the kidney from this spot, you should aim a little higher."

Song Jinhe: ? ? ?

"To be able to sense my intentions like this, is it perception?" His voice was soft, with an exceptionally pleasant tone, yet it conveyed a subtle sense of pressure.
"This is the first time I've seen such a talent in terms of mental system."

Last time, he thought the sudden appearance of that knife was a talent, but it seems there was another reason.

Song Jinhe's brows furrowed.

Based on just one sentence, he analyzed her talent. A few days ago, Scarface fired so many shots and they were at odds for so long without her knowing.

Have you met any other gifted individuals?

Song Jinhe didn't follow his rhythm; she was afraid he was trying to provoke her.

The man's voice was slightly deep, "You have an injury on your hand, and your talent is unstable."

Just then, a commotion came from the storeroom, and the man came out carrying two bottles of foreign liquor, saying gruffly, "There's a second floor here?"

Hearing the creaking footsteps, Song Jinhe gripped the knife handle tightly and pressed the man back inside.

The footsteps are getting closer.

The second floor was completely exposed, offering nowhere to hide. Song Jinhe focused her attention on the stairs and the movements of the person beside her.

What she didn't see was that the expression on the face of the person she was holding a knife to showed no signs of being threatened; on the contrary, it seemed as if he was cooperating willingly.

"It's about time we went, don't waste time," another male voice called from below. The man who had brought the drinks responded, stopped at the stairwell where he could see Song Jinhe and the others just one step ahead, glanced casually outside, and then turned and went downstairs.

Song Jinhe, holding a knife, led her men out from behind the wall and watched them leave the tavern from the window.

"In your current state," the man continued, speaking slowly and deliberately, "you can't do anything."

As the sound faded, he shifted his body to the side, and Song Jinhe reacted quickly, raising her knife and chasing after him.

The next moment, his wrist was grabbed, and the tip of the knife stopped two fingers' width in front of him, unable to go any further.

“West District Commercial Center, gray work clothes, bite wound on left shoulder.” His dark, deep eyes stared at Song Jinhe, devoid of emotion. “The decomposition is not severe, and the movement speed is slightly faster than the surrounding zombies in the same area.”

"what?"

Song Jinhe was taken aback. She quickly realized that this person was referring to the characteristics of the first zombie behind her to be hit in the head and fall two days ago.

All she remembered was the gray overalls.

If it weren't for the shocking sight of the zombie's skull shattering and brain tissue splattering out, she wouldn't have remembered this feature.

"Is that you?"

"I never expected that the next time we met, the person you'd stab would be me."

He avoided Song Jinhe's injuries, but he couldn't break free from the grip on her wrist.

Song Jinhe looked at the protruding finger bones on his hand, "How about we let go together?"

He released Song Jinhe, and Song Jinhe also lowered her hand and took a step back.

"Why did you help me back then? You were the one who damaged that car too?"

why?
He paused for a moment. The face was so vivid, its pale, sickly face stained with bright red bloodstains, and its eyes were lighter than those of ordinary people. It stood out too much.

He was decisive when he killed; almost instinctively, he shot the zombie that was being observed as a sample.

"Probably because you're human and good-looking, compared to the zombies around you."

Something doesn't sound right about that.

Comparing a human to a zombie? No normal person would find a bloated zombie attractive, right?
"Aren't you going to treat the injury on your hand?" He skillfully took out a first-aid kit and placed it on the table.

"You seem quite familiar with this place?"

Song Jinhe was thinking that Scarface's gang only had one pistol, but this guy could use a sniper rifle and knew a lot of things, unlike an ordinary person.

She wanted information.

This person knew about her talent, but she knew nothing about this person.

“I’ve been here before, Jiang Shi’an.” He gazed at the light and shadow reflected in Song Jinhe’s light-colored eyes. “You came by yourself?”

"Song Jinhe." She said her name, carefully pulling her right hand out from under her coat, revealing a blood-soaked bandage.

Jiang Shi calmed down for a moment, "It's not easy to handle things so casually and still be able to stay in the city alone for a few days and get out unscathed."

It's not just difficult, it's a nightmare.

Did she intend to wander around the city for so long? Spending the night in the car is terrifying, and she still couldn't find her way.

Jiang Shi'an skillfully took out the necessary items from the medicine box. Unable to bear Song Jinhe's rough handling of tearing the sticky gauze, he gestured for her to stop and let him do it.

"The repeated tearing caused the injury to worsen. If it weren't for the gifted physique, the tissue in the wound would have already died. Only cleaning and removing the wound could help. If it gets any worse, amputation would be necessary."

I'm experiencing writer's block again.
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(End of this chapter)