Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 31 Fog 2
"You guys guard the house." Song Jinhe put on her old coat and said to Cheng Yan and Zhang Yi, "The zombies shouldn't be able to get in so soon, the main concern is the people inside."

Cheng Yan nodded, "Let's process the suitable wood first."

Song Jinhe left them the tools and then went out with Jiang Shi'an.

The chainsaw was too loud. Before a thick fog, it was best to observe the surrounding environment before using it. In this kind of weather, Song Jinhe didn't dare to try it.

The wood needed to make the trap doesn't need to be too thick or too long, just hard enough. There are suitable trees around the unfinished houses in the back.

This was a huge project. They spent the whole day chopping and whittling wood, and the finished product was far from enough to surround the villa. They could only set up a corner of the gate first and hang empty soda cans on the wall. The rest would come slowly.

The fog hadn't dissipated, and the air was thick with moisture. Exhaustion and sweating exacerbated the discomfort.

Song Jinhe slumped on the sofa, panting heavily, staring at the blue-gray world outside the window. At this moment, she could barely see the trees 10 meters away.

They were completely isolated by the thick fog.

The world was as silent as death.

The zombies wandering the highway were eventually swallowed up by the vast white fog.

The fog lasted longer than anyone expected. Nine days passed, and the outside was still shrouded in a white haze. If you looked closely, you could even see wisps of fog clinging to the glass.

It looks ethereal to the naked eye, but being in it is not comfortable at all.

On the third day, Song Jinhe and his group placed the wooden stakes and did not leave the house. The air humidity was too high, so they had to turn on the air conditioner to dehumidify the room for a while every day.

During this period, more than one group of people came to the door for help. The most outrageous one was a person who carried a family member who was unwell and asked to stay here for treatment.

"Please, please save him. We won't cause you any trouble. We'll leave as soon as his condition improves."

Song Jinhe immediately closed the door.

Cheng Yan had already done more than enough by checking on her physical condition; he ignored all other requests.

As for the other person who knows how to treat illnesses, he spends his free time teaching Song Jinhe.

There was a shower around 4 a.m. this morning, and the fog was slightly less dense than in the past few days, improving visibility.

Everyone thought the fog would dissipate soon and waited to go out to find food, but by noon the fog had not dissipated but had instead thickened.

Some households are already facing food and water crises. Dandelions and purslane growing by the roadside have been completely harvested, forcing them to find ways to go out and search for food.

However, in this kind of weather, who would dare to go far? Gasoline was already scarce.

Those forced to go out all looked pale and listless, and their bodies smelled unpleasant. They even had to conserve water, so there was no extra resource left to keep clean.

Song Jinhe was about to go back to her room to sleep when Zhang Yi came up to tell her that someone had picked mushrooms in the woods behind the house.

Out of curiosity, she went out to take a look. The mushrooms seemed to have sprouted after yesterday's rain. They were growing exceptionally well in the piles of decaying leaves under the trees and on the damp wood, some even larger than a human face.

"Are these mushrooms poisonous?" The person holding the plastic bag stood aside, hesitant to pick them up.

“If you pick one with a normal color, it’ll be fine after cooking. This mushroom has insect bite marks on it, but if insects can eat it, people can definitely eat it too,” the person who had picked up a large bag of mushrooms said confidently.

"It's better to be careful with wild mushrooms, in case you get sick from eating them," Cheng Yan's reminder deterred some people, while others didn't take it seriously, thinking that based on past experience, picking mushrooms wouldn't cause any problems.

Three men in the crowd exchanged a glance and retreated into the fog. They planned to take advantage of the situation to go to Villa No. 6; there was only one person inside, and the thick fog provided cover—it was the perfect opportunity. However, upon entering, they were stunned by the wooden stakes planted diagonally outside the villa.

"Damn it, why isn't this well-protected house ours?"

The man was so angry that he kicked the wooden stake a few times. He was determined to go inside and see just how much stuff this family was hiding! While others were trying to save their energy and eat less, they were hiding here cutting down trees.

"Let's climb in quickly before they come back," his companion urged.

The man took off his thick coat and threw it over the wall. Halfway up, he was suddenly struck hard on the back; a sharp blade grazed his skin. He howled in pain and fell to the ground. "Which bastard attacked me?"

He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.

Song Jinhe stopped the baseball bat with barbed wire wrapped around it on his head and asked with a gloomy face, "You guys are kicking my stake, aren't you?"

These wooden stake traps took them so much effort to set up; her hands were practically calloused from all the work, and she still kicked them off course?!
"No, no," the man dared not move. The pain from the blow to his back had not yet subsided; if it had hit his head, he would have been crippled.

The two companions dared not move.

They had originally intended to subdue Song Jinhe, who was alone, and snatch the baseball bat from her hand, but the next second, a bullet grazed her forehead and left a bullet hole in the tree trunk.

Looking up, I saw the man on the terrace casually changing his bullets.

Their legs went weak with fear, and they raised their hands—it was a gun! Had they known the people living in this house had guns, they would never have dared to steal the supplies.

"It's a misunderstanding. He was the only one who kicked your wooden stake. It has nothing to do with me. We were just passing by to see what he was up to."

"You son of a bitch!!! Are you even speaking human language? Didn't you say there are lots of supplies in this house?!" The man's face turned red with anger.

"Put these three wooden stakes back in place and then get out of here." Song Jinhe hadn't slept all night and was already in a bad mood. "I can let it go this time, but try it next time."

"understand."

The three walked very fast, their friendship capsized, and they almost got into a fight on the way.

That evening, around six o'clock.

The door was being banged on loudly.

Someone got poisoned from eating mushrooms and came to ask Cheng Yan for help. Seeing the person kneeling in front of him, Cheng Yan still went. However, when he arrived, Cheng Yan's pupils were dilated.

The first person to try it died, and no one dared to eat those mushrooms after that.

Two more days passed, and the thick fog showed no signs of dissipating. To make matters worse, scattered zombies appeared in the villa area, along with human screams.

Song Jinhe watched as a figure staggered through the white mist. As it drew closer, she saw a rotting, mangled face and blood on its mouth. Then, with a soft thud, its body plunged into a wooden stake, and a gurgling sound from its throat mingled with the mist, sending chills down her spine.

Imagine walking through the fog and suddenly bumping into a zombie, becoming its undelivered meal—how terrifying!

Song Jinhe cleared away two zombies that were blocked by wooden stakes around the villa. "Judging from the fresh blood on their bodies and the bits of flesh between their teeth, there must have been someone dead up ahead."

If two zombies appear, more zombies will appear in the surrounding area, out of their sight, drawn here by the smell of fresh flesh and blood.

(End of this chapter)