Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 78 Red Brick House

The wind is strong in the mountains, and the red brick houses look close but are actually far away when you walk up.

Song Jinhe was so blown around that she could barely stand.

The cold rain lashed haphazardly across her face, water seeped into her shoes, leaving her feet wet and cold, and her body still aching slightly.

She only had two bullets left, but there were still zombies in this remote mountain area.

If she couldn't fight them, she could only hide. In order to avoid the zombies, Song Jinhe slipped and fell, and her wounds reopened and started bleeding.

The zombie fared even worse; the weeds were snapped, and it rolled downhill, disappearing without a trace.

Song Jinhe carefully got up, observed her surroundings, and walked with difficulty, bending over and taking one step at a time.

As darkness fell, the red brick house, once used to quench thirst by gazing at plums, was reduced to a dark outline.

At night, the zombies outside would go berserk, and being alone in such a dark, windy, and rainy wilderness, the loneliness and unease in one's heart would grow stronger.

At this time, all sorts of horror stories can pop into my head. A few swaying weeds can be transformed into ghosts through imagination, not to mention those raised mounds of graves.

She even heard someone calling her name in the wind behind her hallucinations.

She's having such a tough time.

Song Jinhe sighed and continued to mentally prepare herself.

Don't look back, you've already gone halfway, there's no going back.

To survive, you must first go crazy and charge forward regardless of everything!

He pretended that he had also become a mindless zombie.

The surrounding scenery quickly darkened, and Song Jinhe finally stepped down. Stepping onto the flat muddy path, she felt as if she had come back to life.

When she arrived at the dilapidated red brick house, her face was eerily pale, and the light-colored cuffs of her coat were stained with blood.

With a thick layer of mud clinging to the soles of her shoes, Song Jinhe's steps grew increasingly heavy. She even took out a few pieces of wild ginseng and chewed them to keep herself going.

The brick house was worse than she had expected.

The iron gate to the courtyard was only half open, and the doors to the houses inside were broken and had large holes, offering no protection whatsoever. They were unlocked and could be opened with a push. The windows were just frames, and weeds grew inside the houses. The stove had also collapsed.

The best courtyard has this unnamed big tree with white flowers blooming on it.

Song Jinhe inexplicably recalled those ghost stories: houses that suddenly appeared in the wilderness and turned into graveyards the next day.

There was no other choice. Her resentment was stronger than that of a ghost; even a ghost would get a beating if it came.

Song Jinhe carefully inspected the room with an outdoor solar-powered light source. There were no zombies inside, including on the simple staircase made of a few wooden planks and the straw-covered partition.

However, there were snake sloughs on the roof beams.

She simply didn't have the energy to look for the snake's nest.

Song Jinhe looked up at the leaky roof, then reluctantly picked up a few planks and placed them behind the broken door as a warning.

I took a small bundle of slightly damp straw and laid it out in a spot where the leak wasn't too bad.

By this time, it was completely dark outside. Looking out the window, only the rustling of leaves in the wind revealed faint shadows, and the distant mountains and forests seemed even more secluded and eerie.

Despite being dressed warmly, the chill from the rain seeped into her body, and Song Jinhe's hands trembled as she picked up a piece of rotten wood to sweep away the debris on the ground.

Fortunately, she had some leftover charcoal, which wouldn't be too conspicuous to use for starting a fire. Song Jinhe took a lighter and tried twice before she could light the straw in her hand and put it under the charcoal.

As I watched the charcoal fire slowly light up, I finally felt a little warmer and my heart calmed down a bit. It was much more uncomfortable to be alone in the dark, but having a fire made things much better.

There was a tent in the space, but she didn't have the strength to set it up. She decided to spend the night first and make plans later when her injuries had healed.

Rainwater dripped down to her feet. Song Jinhe moved the light source further in, took out a new iron basin, burned some mugwort to remove the smell of blood, and put the remaining ashes back into her space.

She also poured some medicine around herself to prevent mutated leeches. This was something Jiang Shi'an made; the smell of blood on her body was still too attractive to these creatures.

With proper protection, they had nowhere to hide, so they clung to her trouser legs. When Song Jinhe saw that one, her expression was just like someone looking at their phone on the subway.

It must have stuck to her when she was walking through a haystack. She disgustedly threw it into the fire to get rid of it, but she still felt uncomfortable all over.

Song Jinhe changed her shoes and socks, and put her soaked hiking boots by the fire to dry them.

They took out some light food and ate it.

She's not particularly particular about things like drying shoes and socks or what she eats, but given her circumstances, she can't afford to be picky.

You have to apply medicine after eating.

Song Jinhe rubbed her itchy eyes, listening to the howling wind and rain in the mountains and the deafening thunder. She put her old, worn-out outdoor clothes over her head and moved closer to the fire.

Having gotten used to the living conditions in a villa and the presence of everyone, it's natural to feel sad and nostalgic when things suddenly change like this.

Before, I was busy saving myself and didn't have time to think about much else. Now that it's night, I want to sleep but I'm afraid to. I'm feeling a bit dizzy from blood loss, and it's easier for me to think about random things.

It's a little better when I'm eating, but when I have nothing to do, I check the time seven or eight times in half an hour.

Her body was in a lot of pain, and Song Jinhe didn't know when she fell asleep. When she woke up in the middle of the night, she was still holding half a bag of potato chips in her arms.

Looking at the time, it was only 1 a.m., still a long way from dawn. He used his talent to scan the surroundings and found nothing unusual.

She rubbed her eyes, put away the potato chips, changed her position, and lay down on her side to sleep.

She had another dream in the middle of the night, in which the dilapidated door of the house was pushed open and zombies walked in. She tried to move but couldn't, and she was so anxious that she was going crazy. She could only watch the zombies slowly approach her before she was finally awakened.

It wasn't even three o'clock yet. The door was closed properly, and the wooden planks behind it hadn't been moved. She was the only person inside and outside the house, along with her shadow, which was distorted by the faint light.

This night was too long, even harder to endure than when she was alone in the city, at least back then she slept in her car.

Song Jinhe drank another cup of brown sugar ginger tea, pulled her clothes tighter, added two pieces of charcoal, and quietly waited for dawn.

Inside the tunnel.

The sound of dripping water echoed in their ears. There was nothing to start a fire with. If they hadn't found two dry branches, they would have had to endure the cold all night.

They left the villa area in a hurry, only having time to grab some supplies. They made do with cold steamed buns and boiled water.

The tunnel exit had indeed collapsed on one side, but it was possible to climb out. They were concerned that the rain outside was too heavy, they had no ammunition, and everyone was exhausted. If they couldn't find a place to stay in time after getting out, they would be in big trouble.

We might as well take a gamble and stay here until the rain stops.

They waited all night, with several young people taking turns keeping watch, while Uncle Li, who was still sick, and several others in poor health rested under blankets.

"What are we going to do now? We can't drive the car out, and we can't go back to the villa area."

(End of this chapter)