Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 77 Self-Rescue Routes

Uncle Li's importance in everyone's hearts is beyond question, and after hearing his words, everyone felt a little more at ease.

The group continued to maintain their formation, moving forward slowly but cautiously.

Cheng Yan glanced at the time on his watch by the light of the flashlight.

It's getting dark early these days, I hope my teammates are all okay.

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Thick lightning bolts pierced through the dark, heavy clouds, a cold wind swept across the rolling mountains, raindrops formed lines, and everything became blurred.

Cold water droplets and wind kept pouring into the hole in the car.

Song Jinhe was awakened by the cold; her body ached terribly, and she could barely move her legs.

The sticky sensation and strong smell of blood on her shoulder reminded her that she was still bleeding; it was a palm-sized, sharp shard of glass and the edge of a broken piece of metal.

Blood soaked almost half of her body.

When the car crashed down the hillside, it couldn't stop at all. The bottom of the steep outer slope was a river that flowed through the mountains. It rolled several times in a row for dozens of meters before finally stopping. The impact was terrifying.

People on the bus are bound to get injured or faint, and even she, who managed to get to this spot in time thanks to her talent, was not spared.

It was so quiet all around, except for the sound of the rain and her own breathing.

Apart from that, there was no other activity.

This filled Song Jinhe with panic. Was anyone else alive in that car besides her?
They finally escaped, only to find themselves several kilometers away...
Song Jinhe took a deep breath and looked down at the shards of glass embedded in her arm.

The injury here is not serious; it didn't hit any vital organs.

The wound, which is still bleeding, runs from my back to my shoulder. It's a long gash. I didn't feel any pain when I was first injured or when I woke up, but now it's burning.

She carefully moved outwards, her body still bearing the marks of her injuries. The car was partially overturned and stuck between rocks, making every movement extremely difficult.

The first thing that comes into view is the broken seat and sheet metal, followed by the sunroof with its cover missing.

The heavy black clouds and the rumbling thunder made it seem as if the entire sky was about to burst open and crash down.

Rainwater mixed with blood flowed slowly through the carriage. Song Jinhe felt the warm, sticky liquid flowing down her arm, and the fishy smell in her nose. She didn't know if it was a physical or psychological urge to vomit.

She saw an empty sleeve, and looking further out, she saw that the person was already dead, his body pierced by steel bars and nailed to the spot, the steel bars going straight through to his brain, but he hadn't turned into a zombie.

Looking further out, there was a woman pinned against the window, spitting blood. A zombie with its legs crushed crawled over and bit off a piece of flesh from her body.

Song Jinhe quickly took out her pistol and cocked it. Another zombie in the car walked towards her.

I couldn't grip the gun properly with my hands, and my upper body was numb with pain.

Her eyes were red, and she gritted her teeth, enduring the pain as she fired at those familiar faces.

After killing all the zombies in the car, the last one was Old Qian, who was driving.

He was in the driver's seat and suffered severe injuries; he was the first part of the windshield that shattered.

A scene appeared before Song Jinhe's eyes.

A landslide was about to hit the car, and Lao Qian had to swerve to avoid it.

There was a narrow bend ahead, which he could have turned through, but because the ground was slippery, the car veered off course and lurched forward.

At the last moment, his face was filled with pain and self-blame.

Song Jinhe put down the gun, shifted her position to sit steadily, and with a determined heart, used a cloth to forcefully pull out the glass shards. Blood gushed from the wound instantly, but she was now in a state of despair, her back soaked, and she didn't care about the blood at all.

Song Jinhe climbed out through the skylight and finally saw the whole scene around her.

Her current situation is absolutely dire, truly dire; anyone who sees it would curse the heavens.

The soil mixed with rainwater was already slippery, and the mountain was so shaky. If you tried to climb it in the rain, you'd fall and be half-dead.

Even when her teammates came to find her, the car wasn't very visible from above.

Song Jinhe's gaze fell on the only dilapidated red brick house on the left side of the mountain.

Where there are houses, there are bound to be roads.

She couldn't stay in this position for long; it was too close to the highway. If a horde of zombies passed by, or if there was another landslide, she would be doomed.

Song Jinhe first returned to the car, which was still relatively safe. She needed to regain her strength and treat her wounds before moving to the red brick house in the mountains.

Otherwise, she would be doomed halfway through the journey. With such dense trees and weeds, even a mutated insect stuck in her wound could kill her.

Song Jinhe took out a piece of plastic sheeting from her spatial storage and used it to block the drafty and leaky window, making herself a makeshift tent.

A zombie actually rolled down and fell into the grass. When it came out, Song Jinhe shot it.

Her arms and shoulders were already numb with pain, so just in case, she dragged a zombie corpse from the car to the side, so she could hide under the corpse if she encountered a zombie she couldn't deal with.

Song Jinhe first cleaned the wound simply. Since it was inconvenient for her to clean her back, she directly poured out the medicine to rinse it.

Then get a tetanus shot, apply hemostatic medication, and change into dry clothes to help the wound heal.

Looking at the corpses and the wrecked car beside him, and his own miserable state after the accident, it would be a lie to say he wasn't heartbroken.

But she was in so much pain that even after taking painkillers, the pain persisted, and she couldn't tell whether her physical discomfort was worse than her mental one.

Song Jinhe ate half a bowl of vegetable noodle soup and drank two sips of longan and red date milk tea before she felt a little warmer.

She thought she had gotten used to the smell of rotting corpses in the air over the past year, but now she realized that the smell of fresh human blood was even more unbearable, even if it was her own blood.

As darkness fell, the rain intensified.

She had to leave; it was too dangerous for her to stay in this place in such heavy rain.

Worried about affecting her wound, Song Jinhe put on two layers of raincoat and an outdoor waterproof jacket and pants, and tied the pant legs and arms tightly.

I haven't changed my rain boots, but hiking boots are more reliable for slip resistance.

After finishing these tasks, Song Jinhe collected the plastic sheeting and other usable supplies from the car and climbed out.

Rainwater from the mountain flows down the slope, making the already difficult terrain even more treacherous.

Song Jinhe took out a sturdy piece of wood to make a hiking stick. Before leaving, she took one last look at the car and the corpse inside.

"I'm sorry, there's no way to bury you now. And goodbye."

With her right hand gripping a trekking pole, Song Jinhe struggled through the rain, walking through the mountains where there was no path, not daring to look down.

Fortunately, the area with dense trees was the only one where the car had fallen; below it were weeds, shrubs, and vines.

In such terrible weather and terrain, in such a ghostly place where only zombies would respond when you scream your lungs out, Song Jinhe, who didn't have a talent for perception, really didn't dare to go down.

(End of this chapter)