Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 36 Cleaning
"I have a question. Cheng Yan said that you haven't been heard from since you were 21. So how old are you now?" Song Jinhe asked curiously.

He was calm and composed, yet his eyes revealed a youthful air. Sometimes he reminded people of a boy in a library, wearing a white shirt and gold-rimmed glasses, quietly turning the pages of a book. The pale golden sunlight would stream through the window and fall on his slightly fluttering eyelashes, making him seem cool and fragile.

He's a completely different person from when he was carrying a gun; now, he's as fragile as a zombie.

"24." Jiang Shi'an pushed the door but couldn't open it, so he kicked it open and grabbed the zombie behind the door, slashing it with a knife. "Because of work requirements, it needs to be kept confidential."

Song Jinhe nodded thoughtfully. She was the same age as her in the original world, but in this world she was 21. In her memories, she would die at the age of 24 three years later.

Two worlds, different timelines, yet the same age of death—it's hard to say if it's just a coincidence.

"By all accounts, I'm probably older than you, so I should call you 'older sister'," Song Jinhe blurted out her true feelings.

"you sure?"

Jiang Shi'an paused slightly, looked down at her, and said expressionlessly, "Cheng Yan said you met in the hospital. You went to visit your college classmate. You and your classmate were both juniors. Wucheng University once invited me to be a visiting professor, but the apocalypse happened before I even started the job."

Song Jinhe: ? ? ? It's doubled, right?

Two teams were clearing the area at the same time. After a few hours, most of the zombies in the villa had been cleared out. Song Jinhe even went to the property management center at the main entrance and picked up a folding bicycle that no one wanted.

There's not enough space for a car and a motorcycle, but we can take the bicycle back first.

The next day, the survivors from the villa area also came out, including several people who had driven in during the fog, a young man wearing glasses, and several middle-aged men with a boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old. The man with glasses, Zhao Yanzhou, was the first to participate in cleaning up the bodies.

Everyone was in poor condition, mostly pale and thin, and weak. Because they hadn't been cleaned for a long time, they also smelled bad.

Some people were so disoriented that they didn't even have the strength to cry when they saw the corpses of their family and friends, looking at this cruel and desolate world.

Someone else grabbed Zhao Yanzhou's clothes and cried out in a low voice, "It's all because of you! You brought the zombies in! Give me back my son!"

"We couldn't see the road because of the fog, so we drove here. If we had brought the zombies, it wouldn't have taken so long to get in," Zhao Yanzhou explained earnestly.

At this moment, on the steps outside Shen Li's house, a teenage boy stared silently ahead, his tender face filled with suppressed pain. The cut on his palm, caused by some blunt object, extended all the way to his arm.

“Yu Jin is such a pitiful child. He’s all alone in his family. His parents and brother are all gone.” A survivor who participated in cleaning up the bodies sighed. “His father used to owe a lot of money. His mother couldn’t bear to leave him. The debt collectors came to his house. The child is sensible though. A couple of days ago, his mother bullied the girl next door surnamed Ruan. They spoke up for her and got scolded.”

Song Jinhe frowned, took out the medicine from her pocket, and stepped forward. "Give me your hand."

She stocked up on things like iodine solution, hemostatic agents, and gauze. She really couldn't bear to watch such a young child's wound become inflamed and ulcerated, eventually leading to a serious infection and death.

Yu Jin cooperated well, cleaning the wound without crying or making a fuss, although her arm was trembling slightly. She thanked her very quietly, "Thank you."

“You guys are really willing to use supplies.” Zhao Huiyun slowly walked to Jiang Shi’an’s side, looking in that direction. “A person who can’t protect himself will die sooner or later.”

This kind of soft-hearted woman with little fighting ability is only able to survive until now in the ranks of the gifted.

"Our business is none of your concern," Jiang Shi'an said indifferently, then stepped forward to stand in front of Song Jinhe.

“Perfect timing.” Song Jinhe stepped aside, and only after watching Zhao Huiyun leave with a cold face did she take out the anesthetic syringe. “Can you do me a favor? I’m not sure I can handle this.”

This is a living person, not a zombie. She had only been learning for two days and wouldn't dare practice on such a small patient. "It looks serious, but the tendons aren't injured. After a tetanus shot, normal stitches will do." Jiang Shi'an took the things from Song Jinhe's hands and gestured for her to look at them.

After treating the wound, Song Jinhe took out two slices of toast and a bottle of mineral water and placed them next to Yu Jin. She had done all she could, and this was all she could do.

The corpse at the bottom of the yard suddenly moved. Song Jinhe instinctively picked up a crowbar and stood up. At that moment, a weak voice rang out, "Could you let me do this? This is my family member."

Song Jinhe lent him the lighter crowbar, "to stab him through the eye socket."

Yu Jin gripped the crowbar tightly with her right hand, using her injured left hand to assist, and stabbed down with red eyes.

Song Jinhe sighed inwardly, thinking that this person's mental fortitude and resilience were stronger than that of an average adult. If he could survive, he might actually become a ruthless big shot in the apocalypse.

I remember during this period, there were quite a few hardcore players who were developing their characters after the apocalypse. Some were wandering around and farming, while others were working as slaves in temporary shelters before they had awakened their powers.

In the region she knew, the one who developed the fastest was the boss behind Scarface.

Since no carts or similar items could be found, and the bodies that were far apart were difficult to transport together, they were eventually cremated at several different locations.

“We’re all going to live here. If we continue like before, another wave of zombies will kill us all. In order to survive, I think we should unite and work together to strengthen the defenses of the entrances and exits.” Uncle Li, who used to work in the fire department, stepped forward and suggested, “Those who have the strength can contribute their strength, and those who don’t can do logistics. Let’s survive together.”

"I agree." Everyone nodded in agreement.

Zhuang Ting thought for a moment, holding the knife, and then agreed, "Okay."

Song Jinhe glanced at her teammates and, seeing that no one objected, agreed.

Although this kind of unity is not very solid, in order to survive here, cooperating with each other and doing a good job of defense is the best solution to reduce casualties.

There are two routes to leave Wucheng area: one is into the mountains 20 kilometers away, and the other is to go west into the city and onto the highway, which is obviously more difficult to travel.

Once outside the Wucheng area, supplies become much harder to find.

Song Jinhe has no plans to leave this best place she has ever been. It is much harder to survive outside, and she needs to acquire enough resources to survive as soon as possible—supplies, space, and talent level.

It took a whole day to burn the corpse and clean up the visible mutated leeches. In the end, Uncle Li even took Yu Jin in.

After two days of dirty and tiring work, Song Jinhe couldn't even lift her right hand. Dragging her exhausted body back to the villa, all she wanted to do was sleep.

As she entered the room, Jiang Shi'an called out to her, "The water tank on this floor is always full, so there's no problem taking a shower. You don't need to be careful."

"Using talent consumes mental energy." Since she was using his talent, she couldn't be too extravagant.

"How can talent improve if you don't use it?" Jiang Shi'an's lips curled slightly, his voice cool and clear.

"Aren't you the benefactor who uses supplies to pay our rent, so we can eat and have electricity? It's only right."

I was planning to update more today, but I overestimated my typing speed QAQ. Let's see if I can finish tomorrow~
The male protagonist has been unable to contact the outside world.
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