Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 8 Bath Center
Upon hearing the sound, Song Jinhe immediately turned around and ran back to Cheng Yan, who had arrived. They grabbed one side of the zombie and dragged it away. Then, with Cheng Yan's assistance, Song Jinhe raised a crowbar and killed the zombie.

This time the space seems a bit larger.

There's really only a little bit; you can't even notice it unless you look closely. But you can fit two more sets of thick clothes inside.

Tears streamed down Zhang Yi's face, her chest heaving violently. She looked at the corpse beside her and gagged a few times. It took her a while to calm down after sitting on the ground, before she accepted the mint candy that Song Jinhe offered her.

Song Jinhe told them and went to a high-end watch store by herself. She picked out a few watches she liked for free, wore one to tell the time, and put the rest away for future use.

She saw two corpses on the road, and poked them with a crowbar first. When they stopped pretending to be dead, she killed them the moment they stood up.

In a world overrun by zombies, neither people nor corpses can be trusted easily.

Song Jinhe leaned against the display case to rest for a while. These zombies were too difficult to kill, completely different from the kind in TV shows where smashing their heads was as easy as cracking walnuts.

As it turned out, the number of zombies that needed to be killed to expand the space increased in stages, and according to her speculation, the weight of zombies with only half a body was different, so there was no point in targeting them.

When she returned, Song Jinhe was carrying two travel bags she had taken from the luggage store and pointed out the store's location to the three of them.

Her efficient and skillful bandit-style looting operation shocked the three of them once again. Apart from not being able to quickly fold and store clothes, she had no other problems.

That makes perfect sense. Who provides storage for zero-dollar purchases? Everyone just lugs sacks into the store, buys everything in a flurry, then slings it over their shoulder and dashes off.

Cheng Yan was momentarily stunned. This girl, who looked like she couldn't even open a bottle cap, adapted to the apocalypse very quickly.

He has not yet fully accepted the world and still clings to an unrealistic hope that the world can return to normal.

Back at the parking spot, the group packed some supplies in backpacks and put the rest back in the car. Song Jinhe had most of the supplies in her storage space, so she cleared out half of the trunk to put things in for them.

She retrieved the key from her office and locked the door leading to the unloading area.

After finishing these tasks, it was almost dark. The four of them went through the escape passage to the bathhouse on the 8th floor next door, where they met other survivors, a dozen or so men, women, and children.

The arrival of Song Jinhe and his group also made the other side discover the loophole in this escape route. The young people immediately found iron chains, tables and chairs to block it up.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared outside the window, and the howls of zombies echoed through the city.

All the curtains in the bathhouse were drawn, leaving only a faint candlelight for illumination.

The people here looked at Song Jinhe and his group with a hint of wariness and rejection, but when they saw the backpacks on their backs, their eyes filled with anticipation and eagerness.

"Where did you come from?" The man who spoke was in his thirties, with a stubble beard, and his eyes were fixed on the backpacks on their shoulders. "There are zombies everywhere outside. You drove here, didn't you?"

"Hmm." Song Jinhe lowered her eyes slightly, looking lingering fear. "We encountered a horde of zombies."

"So you're planning to stay here?" The portly man next to him clicked his tongue. "We were here first."

"Everyone is here to seek refuge, so this place shouldn't belong to whoever arrives first, right?"

Before Song Jinhe could finish speaking, the man glanced at the bamboo light source in her hand, thinking to himself that it looked like she had just returned from fishing in the river, and shouted gruffly, "Do you even have the right to speak, you woman? Let your leader talk to me."

The next second, his words abruptly stopped. He opened his eyes wide in terror, his gaze falling to the crowbar that had almost pierced his neck. He froze, unable to move. "We just fought zombies, the blood hasn't been washed off yet, you'd better be careful." Song Jinhe tilted her head. "I'm trying to talk to you nicely, but you won't listen. Can you speak like a human now?"

The man's eyes twitched, and when he met Song Jinhe's eyes, his imposing manner immediately deflated.

Not only did no one help, but many people also watched with glee. Wu Dayong was a bully who preyed on the weak and feared the strong, and he was known for his constant beatings and verbal abuse of his wife. Seeing that she was slender and young, he thought she was easy to bully, and now that she had met her match, everyone was overjoyed.

In the end, Wu Dayong's wife looked at Song Jinhe apologetically and pulled him back.

"What are you doing? It's all a misunderstanding. It's so late at night. If those things find out, we'll all be dead."

The bearded man stepped in to smooth things over, saying his name was Yang Minghao, and kindly suggested that everyone should help each other in times of difficulty. He added that there were plenty of empty rooms here, and that they could look after each other on the way to the shelter once the floodwaters receded.

He spoke very nicely, but when no one was watching, the kindness in his eyes immediately faded.

To reach the shelter safely, you need more people who can stand in front and charge into battle.

These four people have a car, are carrying supplies, and are from outside, so they can find out a lot of things. He can find a way to get them to take the goods out, and he won't suffer any losses.

The bathhouse occupies two floors, and Song Jinhe and her three companions chose to rest in the connected VIP rooms on the eighth floor.

Upon entering, Song Jinhe locked the door from the inside. Looking at the clean environment and comfortable resting bed, she couldn't help but sigh that whether before or after the apocalypse, the health care and bath center was a good place.

She took out two wooden boards from her storage space, boiled some hot water, wiped and cleaned them simply, and stood in front of the mirror to cut her waist-length hair short.

Then I started organizing the supplies; good organization can free up a lot of space.

The floodwaters will recede in another seven or eight days. During this time, people from outside will not be able to enter the western district, which is a good opportunity to plunder supplies.

After tiring herself out and finishing organizing the supplies, Song Jinhe quickly fell asleep under two blankets from the bathhouse.

Large raindrops formed lines, and a fierce wind raged through the clouds. The temperature dropped silently by more than ten degrees overnight.

Inside the house, the young man holding the walkie-talkie was trembling like a leaf. "What kind of weather is this? It's suddenly so cold. We haven't found anyone. They've probably been eaten by zombies by now."

The man with a cigarette between his fingers analyzed, "The person is dead, but the car won't disappear. We didn't even see the wheels. They're quite good at hiding. It's cold, so there's no need to waste time. Another group is on their way."

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The next morning, the heavy rain turned into a light drizzle.

Song Jinhe got up and ate some toast and milk. She figured the food in the bathhouse had been completely searched, so today she planned to look around the surrounding area and other floors to quickly expand her space.

Although there was water and food in the space, it was all bread, biscuits, and instant noodles, which could only ensure that one would not starve to death. Eating like this in the long run would be bad for one's health.

When Song Jinhe came out with her bag, she heard that something had happened in the rest area.

"My child can't breathe, does anyone have medicine? Please help us!" A young couple, holding their nine-year-old son in their arms, anxiously asked those around them for help.

(End of this chapter)