Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 37 Patients
“Okay.” Song Jinhe didn’t stand on ceremony with him. “I’m going to rest now.”

She closed the door, took a shower, dried her hair, and fell asleep the moment her head hit the pillow.

I slept soundly through the night, and when I woke up the next morning it was already past nine o'clock. Cheng Yan and Zhang Yi were not there, but the corn porridge in the pot was still hot.

Song Jinhe, wearing a fluffy loungewear and holding a bowl, asked, "Where did they go?"

Jiang Shi'an put down the book he was holding. "Those people need to discuss how to arrange things afterward."

Song Jinhe nodded and told them to discuss and make arrangements, and to wait for the results.

Uncle Li's experience working in the fire department carried significant weight in his words to those who had endured over twenty days of dense fog.

Most of the difficult people are dead; those who remain just want to live.

When there is a way to survive, there is no reason not to cooperate; life-or-death moments are also the most united moments for humanity.

Two hours later, Cheng Yan and his team returned, bringing with them the results of their discussion.

The villa area has three gates in total. The side gates should be sealed off, and the locks on the back and front gates should be reinforced and guarded by support staff.

Young and strong people went out to find supplies, which were divided 60/40. Whoever found the supplies got to choose first, and the rest were distributed to the logistics staff. No one would get supplies if they didn't do anything.

This plan received unanimous approval.

The difficulty lies in reinforcing the two doors. The original doors were quite spacious, but they became useless after the power outage. Such a large doorway needed to be filled with another door, which required tools and materials.

“Generating electricity might be easier,” Song Jinhe said.

The property management center has a large generator, but it consumes a lot of resources and is very noisy.

Solar panels can be used as soon as the weather improves, and an alarm system can also be installed.

But with this weather, it's uncertain when the sun will return, and finding solar panels would require going into the city.

In addition, Uncle Li and his colleagues are also planning to find a place to dig a well.

Song Jinhe's thoughts wandered. She remembered that her neighbor had dug a well in the yard without permission, but it was reported and eventually filled in because there was no permit.

“Digging a well depends on the terrain. Not all groundwater is drinkable, but we can give it a try,” Cheng Yan said.

Nobody here knows how to dig wells; they just follow orders. As long as they don't dig up anything weird, it's fine. Some wells do have leeches in the water.

"Zhuang Ting and the others are asking if we should go with them when we go to find supplies."

Song Jinhe smiled and said, "Going into the city together is no problem."

There's a group of enemies on the way, and they'd be happy to take advantage of their manpower; all they want to know is where they can get so much ammunition.

Solar panels and fuel oil aren't readily available, so we need to find something to tide us over these next few days.

The most cost-effective option was still the wooden stakes used by Song Jinhe. Uncle Li brought a man who knew carpentry to upgrade the wooden stakes, and the iron bars and steel bars that were scavenged from the villa also came in handy.

Yu Jin helped out from the side, and she did her job very efficiently.

Zhang Yi, who was dragging water back, waved to him. He was silent for two seconds before saying, "I've changed my name. I'll take Uncle Li's surname from now on."

This time it was Zhang Yi's turn to be stunned. "Huh?"

“I never liked that surname,” Li Jin said softly.

The people he loved and hated in that house were all gone. Uncle Li said his son died in the early stages of the disaster.

"Oh, I see, Li Jin." Zhang Yi waved with a smile.

Song Jinhe and the others had already determined their route for finding supplies. Cheng Yan and the other survivors had come from a temporary settlement, and most of the supplies in the vicinity had already been taken.

Before entering the city, Song Jinhe and Jiang Shi'an went out alone to see if there was anything usable in the industrial park near the resettlement site.

The wheels rolled across the damp ground, and fat insects wriggled under the weeds.

After my fingers had been exposed to the cold for a long time, the chill seemed to seep into my bones, causing a slight stinging pain.

As Song Jinhe watched Jiang Shi'an jump down from the fence, she felt that the fragility she had seen in him before was all a lie. She decisively circled around halfway, found a rusty, rickety spot outside the iron railing, smashed it with an axe, and then crawled inside.

Jiang Shi'an watched her contort her movements, which resembled Sadako crawling out of the TV, more like a zombie than a zombie herself. After a moment of silence, he said, "I was just about to say I'd pick you up downstairs."

“This is also very convenient.” Song Jinhe pointed to the gap they had just crawled through and patted the rust off her hands. “We can use it when we go out.”

Jiang Shi'an:
The factory was eerily cold; the metal roof rattled loudly when the wind blew through it.

They found a number of useful electronic parts, batteries, flashlights, a toolbox, and a first-aid kit.

The flour and rice in the canteen had gone bad from being damp. Song Jinhe only took half a bucket of oil; it would be good to burn the insects back home.

“That’s a small shop over there.” Song Jinhe stopped and sighed. “It’s been ransacked, cleaner than a face, and there are zombies inside.”

They went to a factory that produces medical gauze and took out several boxes of well-packaged gauze from the warehouse.

On the way back, Song Jinhe sorted through the things she had found that day.

They kept what they needed, gave the repair toolbox and a pair of batteries to Uncle Li to help set up the defense line, and also gave away a box of medical gauze, since Cheng Yan was in charge of these anyway.

Song Jinhe looked at the location marked on the map. It was a biochemical pharmaceutical company, and they needed to cross the city to get there. Making plans in advance was useless; they didn't know what was going on inside.

As soon as they got home, they saw Zhang Yi standing at the door looking around. When she saw them, she hurriedly ran over.

"Jinhe, something happened. Cheng Yan said Mr. Jiang is back and asked him to come over and take a look. He's in Building 11."

Judging from her expression, Song Jinhe knew things weren't simple. She closed the car door and nodded. "Let's go take a look."

Building 11 isn't far away, just a two or three-minute walk.

Outside, Song Jinhe gave Jiang Shi'an a regular medical mask and an N95 mask.

Several people were standing and talking outside the door.

"What exactly happened? What illness does it have?"

"I don't know. Didn't Cheng Yan tell Zhang Yi to go back and wait for someone?"

"Coming, coming." The group immediately made way for them at the doorway.

Song Jinhe immediately put on a mask, and also had alcohol spray in her pocket.

A man was lying on the sofa, with bloodstains on his chest and chin, looking like he was in great pain.

“There’s something inside him.” Cheng Yan said, looking at the mutated leech on the ground that had been burned. “It came out when he was vomiting blood. A few days ago, he drank raw water from a puddle on the ground and ate snails he found because he was so hungry.”

Following his gaze, Song Jinhe looked at the man's slightly bulging belly.

Drinking raw water is dangerous, but stagnant water is even more dangerous.

She knew about leech larvae; they were as thin as hair and almost transparent, and they would parasitize the bodies of some animals.

The mutated version can actually parasitize the human body. Song Jinhe shuddered and muttered "Holy crap" to herself.

(End of this chapter)