Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 69 Playground

A scene flashed before my eyes, or rather, in my mind.

Under the torrential rain, water was gushing out of the roadside drains, and the water on the street was up to the calves of pedestrians.

The honking was deafening; umbrellas were blown inside out by the wind; people in raincoats hurried along the road; and drivers stuck in traffic honked their horns impatiently.

Several people suddenly ran out of the hotel next to the amusement park. They looked terrified in the rain and were shouting something. Others stood on the roadside watching the commotion.

On a crowded bus, someone suddenly vomited blood and collapsed from their seat.

The passengers were terrified and screamed in alarm. The driver shouted "Back up a bit!" several times, but it had no effect.

"Sir, what's wrong? Do you need help?"

The man's eyes were bloodshot, and blood kept gushing from his mouth. The driver got out of the driver's seat and reached out to check his breathing.

This terrified the driver so much that he stopped breathing.

"Call an ambulance right away!" someone shouted.

Several people on the bus took out their phones; some were calling for emergency help, while others were taking pictures.

The next second, red blood vessels flowed into the man's dilated pupils, and he nimbly jumped up, grabbed the nearest driver, and bit down on his face.

"what!!!"

Everyone was terrified by the scene and screamed incessantly, pushing and shoving each other to back away.

"Open the door! Open the door now! I want to get off!"

Some people were banging on the back door, some were pushing open the escape window and jumping out, and some were desperately stepping on other people's bodies to hide behind them.

Song Jinhe touched her throbbing head. She could still perceive a little, but the images behind her were very blurry, even blurrier than pixel games, and extremely mentally taxing.

"Don't look." Jiang Shi'an's hand hovered in front of her eyes, carefully maintaining a distance and not touching her unnecessarily. "There is a risk of losing control when the ability is used to its limit."

"What will happen if it gets out of control?" Song Jinhe asked as she walked inside.

"The possible outcomes are: the talent is wasted, death occurs, or the talent unleashes an indiscriminate attack. After all, there isn't enough data to analyze."

Song Jinhe nodded and stepped through the amusement park gate.

This place, which I hadn't been to before, connects to the main road. It's teeming with zombies, making it difficult to get in, and the supplies inside aren't worth wasting ammunition and taking the risk for.

Now, a significant number of zombies are avoiding the high temperatures during the day, and resource locations like hotels and shopping malls have already been searched countless times.

You might still find something in amusement parks on the outskirts of the city, where they're less likely to be noticed by looting teams.

Large amusement parks typically have restaurants and shops.

Jiang Shi'an glanced at the map at the entrance and memorized the route, saving a lot of time by heading straight to his destination.

There were quite a few zombies in the first restaurant, so Song Jinhe first attracted them and then threw Molotov cocktails. She went in through the back door of the kitchen, grabbed her things, and left.

It was 10 a.m., and the sun was already glaring. Song Jinhe and Jiang Shi'an each took a glass of chilled plum juice and headed to the next restaurant.

Sometimes, when my gaze falls on the delicate jawline of the person next to me, I have the strange feeling that we're having fun together at an amusement park.

Unfortunately, there were no pedestrians or laughter here, only empty amusement facilities and faded doll sculptures, making it both absurd and eerie.

Especially when we arrived at the second restaurant, we saw blood-stained pink dolls on the ground, as well as zombie dogs and zombies fighting.

They bit each other several times, each wanting to eat the other. But as soon as they saw the two humans enter, they instantly became incredibly harmonious and friendly, turned around and rushed over together, only to be killed by Song Jinhe and Jiang Shi'an, one on each side.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, Song Jinhe said, "The door must have been opened too forcefully."

She had never seen such a shocking scene before. If it weren't so hot, she would have wanted to go back sooner. Actually, she was also a little curious about who would win in the end. The two only went to a few large restaurants and cafes, and didn't go to the small restaurants that were far away. They got a lot of rice, noodles, snacks, and bottled water. The pre-made hamburger buns, chicken, and beef all went bad, and she still felt sorry for Song Jinhe every time she saw them.

There was also a milk tea stand. I picked up some tea bags, and the prices on them were almost like robbery, but the tea bags themselves were just ordinary stuff.

Finally, on her way out, Song Jinhe passed by a souvenir shop and casually bought a few keychains and a 30cm doll for free as a souvenir.

It was here that she inadvertently saw something with a withered, thin arm rushing past the entrance to the 5D movie theater across the street, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

It seems to be another special zombie.

"Did you see that?"

“Yes.” Jiang Shi’an nodded. “It’s faster than any of the speeds we’ve encountered before.”

Song Jinhe stared at the dark entrance. There must be a lot of zombies inside. What if it was a special zombie like the one in the factory? Going in like this would be too dangerous.

And the heat is also a problem.

She and Jiang Shi'an shared the same idea and decided to leave the amusement park first.

The return trip was the hottest time of day. The car's air conditioning had just cooled down when we passed a row of messy houses, and the car suddenly stopped.

There was a woman ahead, her head covered by a tattered umbrella, she was as thin as a rake, and her eyes stood out starkly against her dark face.

"Please, please help me," she pleaded, her voice hoarse.

If you observe carefully, you'll find that it's impossible for household waste and excrement to accumulate in homes.

Water is scarce in the city, especially in this hot weather when it hasn't rained for months. The easiest way to deal with it is to throw it out, and for safety reasons, it won't be thrown too far.

When they arrived, they guessed that there should be survivors in this area, and that the other side might have already discovered them.

The fact that someone could survive in the city during a period of extreme water scarcity and then appear here alone suggests they are unlikely to be truly weak.

Song Jinhe got out of the car and said, "Make way."

She was blocking the middle of the road, preventing cars from passing.

"I need help, please."

The woman walked over crying, her arm, which had been covered by the parasol, slowly extended outwards. Before she could even draw her knife, she was stopped in her tracks by the gun in Song Jinhe's hand.

"It was a trap after all. Hand over what you have."

The woman's expression changed repeatedly, but ultimately, restrained by the gun, she pulled out a small knife with a seemingly dull blade.

"Don't shoot! I had no choice but to do this. I just wanted to threaten you for some supplies, really! I've only ever killed one man who bullied me. I have a younger sister who is sick. Please don't shoot."

The woman cried as she explained, and her expression didn't seem like she was lying, but Song Jinhe didn't entirely believe her.

Who knows if he's a skilled actor, or if he has accomplices?

"Raise your hands and slowly back away," Song Jinhe said coldly.

The woman nodded and quickly did as she was told, raising her hands and retreating ten meters behind the car with the gun pointed at her.

Song Jinhe quickly returned to the car and left the place, checking with the rearview mirror on the way to make sure there were no tails.

Because the knife was dull, making it difficult to kill, and the other party even proactively lifted the umbrella to show her that there were no other knives, she ultimately did not fire the gun.

Furthermore, given the similar circumstances in her memory, she was likely in a similarly destitute state in the original timeline.

(End of this chapter)