Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 30 Fog

It has a sweet and soft texture with a hint of bamboo fragrance. Although it lacks some ingredients and the flavor is not as rich, it is a rare delicacy in a post-apocalyptic world where eating outdoors and going hungry are the norm.

"Wow, this is so delicious!"

Even though Cheng Yan's fingers were burned red, he couldn't bear to put down the small bamboo tube in his hand. He carefully checked that there was no leftover rice inside before reluctantly throwing the empty bamboo tube into the fire.

Zhang Yi nodded repeatedly, saying that she was happier when she was with Jin He. Just a few days ago, the two of them ate instant noodles dry.

"There's plenty more to come, so don't worry about eating." Song Jinhe picked up a bright green bamboo tube and placed it on the grill.

There isn't as much glutinous rice and coconut milk in stock as regular rice, but it's enough to make desserts.

Song Jinhe's seasoning always relies entirely on intuition rather than control; the salty flavor was made by Zhang Yi, and it tastes very good.

She plans to finish the remaining ingredients tomorrow, bake them, and put them in her space.

It got dark quickly, and the fire in the backyard was burning too brightly and was too conspicuous. After the last few bamboo tubes were almost cooked, they stopped throwing more wood into them.

But the lively atmosphere inside inevitably drifted out, and the person who had been observing from the outside for almost half an hour felt increasingly uneasy.

Separated by only a wall, their food supply wouldn't even last a week. They'd be reluctant to eat biscuits or drink plain porridge. Who knows what good food they're eating inside? No wonder the protective netting was installed so quickly.

If only this house and the food inside were his, he and his family could have a feast.

He didn't take much, just some of it, to tell the people inside when they would finally leave.

Zhuang Ting and his group had plenty of supplies, but there were four young men there, making it difficult to take action.

The man circled around, looking at the gleaming iron spikes, and considered several options in his mind.

For example, you can climb over the wire mesh by using thick clothes as padding, and once you're in the yard, you still have to figure out how to get into the house.

He could almost see all sorts of food laid out in front of him. After hesitating for a long time, the man decided to find some helpers to work with him.

Although the goods need to be distributed, the risks are also shared, and having more people gives us more confidence.

Without delay, the man knocked on the doors of his close friends. Several of them lived in the same house, eating separately but sharing meals when they went out to find supplies.

“During the day, two of them went out to find supplies, and two of them guarded the house. The woman in the middle went out once, but we don’t know what she did. There were always people inside the house, so it was difficult to make a move.”

“Even tigers have their moments of rest; they can’t watch you every second. I don’t believe we won’t have an opportunity,” the man said in a low voice. “We can make our move when the two men aren’t around.”

“You’re right.” Supplies are hard to find outside. The little they have in their pockets is what they’ve saved up from the smallest things. Without food, they’ll have to eat tree bark later on.

The air humidity continues to increase, and the temperature difference between day and night is large. It is damp and cold at night, and stuffy and uncomfortable during the day.

That night, Song Jinhe was fast asleep when she was suddenly awakened by a loud rumbling sound, as if the entire sky was trembling.

When I drew back the curtains, there was no thunder or rain outside, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The sound seemed to be coming from a distance.

She couldn't go out to check late at night, so she went back to bed, waited for a while until nothing happened, and then lay down to sleep again.

She hasn't gone far these past two days, but she still has plenty of things to do. After finishing her cooked food, she goes to clear out the zombies in the surrounding area.

It wasn't because she was so selfless as to want to be a security guard in the villa area; it was simply to expand the space in preparation for stockpiling supplies in the city later.

I'm so exhausted every day that my abs have started to show.

The next day, Song Jinhe and Jiang Shi'an drove out to check.

On the other side of the mountain road, there were many rocks washed down by the rushing river, and also corpses.

Song Jinhe watched as a rotting corpse hanging on a rock was devoured by a school of fish and disappeared into the murky yellow water.

In the distance, thick white fog rolled endlessly among the undulating mountains. Wucheng was already mountainous and foggy, and the recent rainfall and temperature differences between day and night made the fog appear even denser. "Is this water still usable?" Song Jinhe asked.

"The surrounding environment is fine, and there shouldn't be any major problems with boiling running water."

Before returning, they took the opportunity to patrol the surrounding area. Watching Jiang Shi'an clear the zombies at such a speed, Song Jinhe inwardly screamed—

Stop killing! Spare the zombies, let her have her!

Jiang Shi'an washed the dark blood off the knife, and when he looked at her, there was a barely perceptible smile on his lips. "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Song Jinhe said, trying to keep a smile on her face.

She suspected that he had guessed something again.

"Wait." Song Jinhe reached out and tugged at Jiang Shi'an's sleeve. "There's some noise over there."

After walking a few steps in that direction, they saw a wild boar that looked to weigh seventy or eighty pounds struggling in the pit.

There is such a good thing!

Song Jinhe was stunned for a moment, and tears involuntarily streamed down her face.

Jiang Shi'an was a very accurate shot; he took her out with one shot and then she put her into her spatial storage.

Villa area.

"Thank you." Ruan Jingying took the branch Shen Fei had cut down, blushing as she thanked him. "Next time you go out to find supplies, could you take me with you?"

"Just tell me what you need. If I see it, I'll bring it back to you. It's too dangerous outside." Shen Fei smiled brightly.

“We’re all neighbors. Auntie isn’t in good health, and you’re a young woman. We’ll definitely do our best to help.”

Just say you didn't find it and there's no loss; this girl is so easy to fool.

Zhang Yi, who was also out looking for timber, looked at Shen Fei's back and couldn't help but remind him. Ruan Jingying just glanced at her and said, "It was a misunderstanding when Sister Li and the others went into your yard before. You hit someone with your car because of a disagreement, and now you're talking about people behind their backs."

Zhang Yi didn't say anything, picked up the timber and walked back.

After Song Jinhe returned, the first thing she did was boil water and process the free prey. The two of them, who had studied anatomy, were incredibly efficient in processing it.

Having finally obtained fresh meat, they kept every edible part, using a generator and all the cooking utensils, including a stew pot and oven, and even a wood fire to smoke the bacon.

They were so busy that they didn't get to eat a proper meal until evening, but it was the most sumptuous meal they had eaten in a long time.

For the next two days, they stayed home and worked together to finish smoking the remaining dozens of kilograms of meat.

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Resources around the villa area are limited, and shops, restaurants, and convenience stores within a half-hour round trip have almost no supplies left.

Before everyone could prepare to search outside, a thick fog suddenly enveloped the entire villa area overnight.

At nine o'clock in the morning, everything outside was a white blur. You couldn't tell if someone was a ghost or a human from twenty meters away. No one dared to go out in that situation.

Jiang Shi'an made a simple record of the time and concentration of the fog. At 5:53 a.m., when it was light, the fog had already appeared and the concentration was about the same as that of ordinary morning fog.

But as time went on, the fog not only did not dissipate, but instead became thicker and thicker.

"We don't know how long the fog will last, so we need to take some preventative measures as soon as possible," Song Jinhe said, frowning.

For them, the easiest thing to obtain right now is wood. They can sharpen one end and stick the other end into the ground to make a simple trap to stop the zombies.

This book should be available at the end of the month.
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