Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 43 Outdoor Supplies
Tent, sleeping bag, emergency thermal blanket, portable outdoor gas cooker, and flint.

Three bottles of drinking water disinfectant tablets (100 tablets per bottle), a climbing rope, a first-aid kit, and a compass.

There's even a portable emergency water purifier for outdoor use, which is advertised as being washable and reusable.

The bag also contains compressed biscuits, various canned goods with a shelf life of up to ten years, freeze-dried rice and noodles, all of which do not require self-heating and can be eaten simply by adding water.

Song Jinhe took out a photo from her suitcase. The photo showed a cheerful and handsome young man who liked outdoor sports. It was a pity to waste such luxurious post-apocalyptic gear.
She looked at the dark, smelly seats. The body was in the back seat, and there was no one in the driver's seat. It was possible that there had been an accident and they had to abandon the car and flee.

Song Jinhe only took the waterproof bag and the gold bars from the suitcase. Gold is not only currency, but also plays an irreplaceable role in industrial manufacturing. As long as human civilization does not abandon modern technology, this stuff will always be valuable.

Once they got on the bridge, there was no turning back; moving forward meant they had already left the building materials market and were heading towards a pharmaceutical factory.

Everyone agreed to go back to the villa area to rest first, as it was not appropriate to wander around the city with so many supplies.

Getting supplies from biochemical companies and pharmaceutical factories, and asking Jiang Shi'an to upgrade the Molotov cocktails, can only be put on hold for now.

Starting from the bridge, we circled around most of the city and finally entered the Nanhe District.

Song Jinhe deliberately avoided the hotel where the group had previously stayed, as they had picked up a batch of weapons and supplies and had a large number of people.

Because of the detour, it was already dark before we even reached the villa area.

As the last glimmer of light disappeared below the horizon, and the dark, dilapidated road stretched out before me, a chilling wind blew again, and something I hadn't even heard before flew past and bumped into the car. Inside, it was so quiet that only breathing could be heard, and a sense of dread washed over me instantly.

"I'll drive it." Song Jinhe straightened up, wrapped in a blanket, and took a sip of her bottled latte.

"Okay, I'll go to the back and cover Zhao Yanzhou's shift."

Cheng Yan opened the car door, completely ignoring Song Jinhe's unfinished "Eh."

The three of them can take turns driving, while Zhao Yanzhou, who is pulling a truck full of supplies, is alone.

This is secondary.

Mainly, he felt it was best to give the other two people space and not disturb them.

Song Jinhe glanced at Jiang Shi'an, who had moved to the passenger seat. Their eyes met briefly before they calmly looked away.

Two zombies came out from ahead.

Brave Xiao Song, unafraid of difficulties!
Song Jinhe was about to shift gears and speed forward when a hand reached out from the side and gently stopped her, saying, "You're making too much noise."

The slogan she had just shouted in her heart immediately froze. Song Jinhe pursed her lips and watched Jiang Shi'an get out of the car and deal with the zombies by himself.

He probably didn't feel the accident during the day, since it was just a brief touch, so Song Jinhe was relieved.

Hearing the door close, Song Jinhe restarted the car. As long as she wasn't afraid, the road was quite easy to drive on. There were no abandoned vehicles blocking the way, and the light pollution had disappeared after the city's power outage. Outside the windshield, there was a sky full of tiny starlight.

Back in the villa area, the guards on night duty saw their car, quickly opened the door, and pulled it open to reveal the upgraded movable wooden stakes.

The car headlights slowly moved forward, and the crowd that had been waiting for several days excitedly stepped out.

"You're back!" Zhang Yi, with dark circles under her eyes, ran up to Song Jinhe and reached out to hug her.

"No, you mustn't." Song Jinhe reached out to stop her. "There's zombie blood on these clothes." She herself hadn't worn them when she was in the car.

Zhang Yi smiled and put it down, helping to carry the things into the villa. They had been gone for so many days, and she had been worried about them every night before going to sleep. They were finally back.

Uncle Li glanced at the enthusiastic looks around him and said to Song Jinhe and the others, "You must be tired after just getting back. How about we deal with the supplies in the truck tomorrow? I'll keep an eye on them tonight."

"it is good."

Thanks to Uncle Li's management these days, no one else had any objections, especially those who had worked hard and felt that they suddenly had hope.

I heard there's a whole truckload of supplies, so one more night won't make a difference.

The first thing Song Jinhe did upon entering the house was to take off her coat, quickly take a shower, and then go downstairs to eat.

Thinking about having a big dinner tonight, she didn't eat anything on the way.

Song Jinhe turned up the emergency light on the table slightly, placed bamboo rice, thinly sliced ​​cured pork, and a sugary drink on the table, and a simple doomsday dinner was ready.

When they weren't around, Zhang Yi lived a very casual life. She left some things in the storage room, but she didn't eat them much. Now that everyone was here, she sat down and ate a little.

In another building, Wang Fang's eyes reddened slightly as she looked at her son's exhausted appearance.

"Yan Zhou, come on, have something to eat first, then get some rest."

If it weren't for the two elderly people, her son wouldn't have to go out and risk his life. These past two days, she's been standing at the door every day, afraid that something might happen.

As soon as Zhao Yanzhou sat down, Jing Zhigao, receiving a signal from his mother, immediately stepped forward. "Brother Zhao, I heard you brought back a lot of supplies. What kind of things are they?"

Jing Pingguo's family used to live downstairs from them. The two families were distant relatives. His parents were easily swayed and couldn't resist opening the door to take them in.

As a result, this family became attached to them. Liu Yanyang even shirked her chores, and her son, Jing Zhigao, did nothing at all. He spent his days commenting on which girl in the building was pretty and got scammed out of a bag of rice while trying to pick up girls.

Unfortunately, his parents couldn't say no to people. As long as the other party said a few nice words, shed a couple of tears, and brought up their kinship, this combination of moral blackmail would make it impossible for the parents to be harsh and say a single harsh word.

Jing Pingguo used to like fooling around outside. Every time they argued, Liu Yang would come to his mother and cry, saying that he had a miserable life.

After the floodwaters receded, he decided to head out. Jing Pingguo died on the road, and Liu Yanyang used the same story to gain the sympathy of his parents and elders, who then followed him all the way here.

Zhao Yanzhou didn't answer, but Wang Fang spoke up, "Li Ren said whoever finds the supplies gets to distribute them first, so there's no need to worry about that."

Jing Zhigao nodded. He hadn't seen Zhao Yanzhou for so long and thought something had happened to him outside. He and his mother were just about to move some supplies next door when Zhao Yanzhou and his family returned with the supplies.

They definitely can't split up; he doesn't want to do those dangerous jobs.

"There's not much food left at home, Brother Zhao. Tomorrow, Mom and I will go help you carry some things."

“No need. This place is safe enough for everyone to survive. There are plenty of empty houses here. Aunt Liu, once you’ve chosen, I can help you move your things,” Zhao Yanzhou said calmly.

"We just wanted to help." Liu Yanyang's voice trailed off, not directly responding to Zhao Yanzhou's words, her eyes looking at Wang Fang with a hesitant expression. "Sister Fang, we'll go upstairs first and won't disturb you any longer."

(End of this chapter)