Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 60: Continuing with Zero-Yuan Purchases

Qi Sixing's heart raced, and he recited every religious name he could think of.

"Don't come in! Don't find us! You living fathers, get out of here!!"

The rain was pouring down harder and harder, and his prayers were of no use. With a 'bang,' a zombie's finger reached in through the crack in the front window and pushed the window open.

Next was half of a zombie's face, which seemed to be sniffing something in the air inside the car.

Click, click.
The car door was pushed open!
When they discovered the horde of zombies, it was already very close to them, and time was of the essence, so everyone was on tenterhooks.

They had just carried the body up when the horde of corpses came over. In the dark, they went to close the front door, but in their panic, they couldn't find the lock and instead touched the cold, sticky corpse in front of them.

Zombies can not only turn doorknobs, but also open car doors?!

Qi Sixing crouched behind the opened right car door, with the recently moved corpse in front of him.

The stench from the cramped space assaulted my senses, my hands and feet went numb, cold sweat seeped from my forehead and back, and my innermost clothes were soaked through.

The zombie's throat trembled more and more clearly as its body continued to probe deeper inside.

He could almost feel the rise and fall of its throat. He could see nothing but darkness. Qi Sixing held his crossbow tightly, not daring to move.

Every minute and second seemed to stretch out infinitely. After an unknown amount of time, this living father finally withdrew.

He didn't dare wipe the sweat from his eyelids into his eyes, much less close the door, since the zombies outside weren't over yet.

Rainwater was blown into the car by the wind, and their soaked heads and backs made them shiver with cold.

The lingering zombies only gradually left when dawn broke and the rain stopped.

Qi Sixing collapsed wearily in the car, his clothes half-wet and his food cold. He had almost died here last night; it was too hard.

At this time, the other side.

As soon as it was light, Song Jinhe put away the quilt she used when she was away from home, and took out two homemade sandwiches with fried eggs and ham.

Since the end of the world, fresh eggs have become a real luxury.

Eggs fried in olive oil are bursting with flavor with every bite.

Considering the zombies and stench outside, they must have finished eating before opening the door.

Song Jinhe raised her hand to check the time; it was just six o'clock.

Without a mobile phone or computer, and busy with the daily grind of making a living, her routine has become increasingly healthy.

They first went to the warehouse behind Workshop No. 3, which had not been destroyed. Song Jinhe looked at the parked vans and the contents of the warehouse, and a smile appeared on her face.

"So happy?" Jiang Shi'an looked into her bright eyes.

“Of course, you just mentioned there’s a three-story canteen, a workers’ canteen, a medical clinic, and an employee convenience store across the street.” Under Jiang Shi’an’s guidance, Song Jinhe stored the supplies into her spatial storage. “The key is that they haven’t been looted yet.”

Although the company has many projects in related fields, Wucheng's pharmaceutical factory only produces some of these products.

There's no need to stockpile too much of the same medicine; even if their team ate it every day for a year, they still couldn't finish this warehouse.

The most important thing was the life-saving medicine that Jiang Shi'an gave her, which was not for sale to outsiders, as well as chemicals, medical equipment, sterile work clothes, gloves, shoe covers, and other such items.

As they walked out of the warehouse, Song Jinhe pointed to the truck and asked, "Should we drive it out later?"

Jiang Shi'an: "You can drive?"

"I've never driven before, and I don't have a C1 driver's license, but I can give it a try," Song Jinhe said sincerely. "Anyway, there's nobody on the road right now; at worst, I'll just hit a zombie."

"..." Jiang Shi'an was silent for a moment, "Let's find someone else to try. This kind of car is hard to control, and it's easy to roll over if you don't drive it well."

Especially her driving style, which dares to crash into hordes of zombies.

“That works too,” Song Jinhe replied.

This vehicle can be used to transport supplies and also to keep out zombies; it looks very practical. After stockpiling medicine, biochemical materials, and miscellaneous supplies from several warehouses, they went to the canteen.

To save time, we went directly to the three-story canteen, which was much more luxurious than the workers' canteen, from the entrance to the decor.

Especially on the third floor, senior management and R&D staff swipe their cards to dine, just like in a high-end hotel restaurant.

The beverage cabinet is stocked with the kind of expensive supermarket items, and the kitchen also has excellent supplies of rice, flour, and oil.

The space was only expanded yesterday, but it already feels insufficient today.

Song Jinhe took a deep, sorrowful breath and began to pack supplies into the space. In order to pack as much as possible, she had already pushed the storage to its limit.

Get some high-quality rice, unopened olive oil, sesame oil, noodles, and various ground grains; you can use these ingredients to make dumplings later.

The feeling of getting something for free is just so wonderful.

The only downside was that the fruits, vegetables, and fresh meat were all moldy, just like in places they had been before.

Potatoes and ginger are the only things we can use.

Song Jinhe separated the sprouting potatoes from the basket, preparing to plant them back home.

She also found two cabbages, which looked wrinkled on the outside, but were still good inside after peeling back a few layers.

Edible vegetables are hard to come by, so Song Jinhe stuffed them onto the potato basket.

After leaving the cafeteria, Song Jinhe still had a small space to go to the convenience store.

We'll be coming back in with Zhuang Ting and the others later, so we shouldn't take too much from the shelves.

I gave them a small token amount, but I won't hold back on the boxes of stock that followed.

She was carrying canned food like eight-treasure porridge and cereal, nuts, chocolate, and instant noodles with lots of toppings.

At 8:10 a.m., Song Jinhe and Jiang Shian arrived at the central control room.

Using the still-intact security cameras in the upstairs corridor, they confirmed that Brother Wang and his group had become zombies, and then left the park to rejoin the others.

Not long after entering the woods, we suddenly heard several dog barks. The barking sounded strange, like the hissing of someone being strangled.

The two exchanged a glance and quickened their pace simultaneously.

When they arrived at Zhuang Ting's parking spot, there was a large patch of dark blood mixed with rainwater on the ground.

The four of them stood together, while around them were a few other dogs with shed fur, bloodshot eyes, and tumors oozing pus.

One of them was still chewing on the zombie's internal organs on the ground.

Qi Sixing's arrow pierced through the body of a dog, but the dog became even more ferocious, opening its mouth and leaping up to bite Qi Sixing.

The remaining few also charged frantically at the humans.

Song Jinhe picked up the gun and fired. This thing was a bit troublesome; it was too fast, and not every shot could hit the head.

Firing too many shots will attract zombies.

Seeing Jiang Shi'an kick the zombie dog that was falling from mid-air into a tree trunk far away, Song Jinhe quickly shouted to the others, "Get out of the way!"

She was about to take a Molotov cocktail from the cloth bag she had found.

Jiang Shi'an knew what she was going to do and stepped forward to attract some attention. Song Jinhe seized the opportunity and threw a Molotov cocktail.

Several zombie dogs instantly burst into flames, struggling and dying in the inferno.

The last one, less affected, launched its attack while still ablaze.

Song Jinhe ran to Qi Sixing's side, grabbed his crossbow, and shot it down with an arrow.

I might need to take a day off tomorrow; I need to go to another city.