Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 90 Comfortable Sleeper Carriage
After dealing with more than a dozen zombies in two carriages and finishing off the remaining zombies, Song Jinhe casually found a place to sit down, wiped the blood off the knife, sheathed it, and began to organize the supplies.

There was a lot of luggage in these two carriages, so to avoid anything being left behind, not a single piece could be overlooked.

In addition, they found two overturned vending carts. Most of the food was inedible, but they managed to find quite a few items with a longer shelf life, such as eight-treasure porridge, sunflower seeds, biscuits, and instant noodles.

Song Jinhe looked at the family photo on the old wallet in her luggage bag, which was carefully wrapped in several layers of plastic bags. The banknotes were neatly folded according to their denominations, and even the corners were flattened. She wrapped it up along the creases and put it back in its original place.

These things that were once treasured are now meaningless; they're not even as important as a bag of cookies.

"The dining car is just one more carriage away." Song Jinhe raised her arm and glanced at the time.

It took them more than two hours to loot the last carriage, which was considered fast.

We should be able to loot the entire train before dark today.

"There seems to be some noise in the bathroom." Qi Sixing listened quietly for a while.

It was the sound of a door being banged on.

"The door is locked, it's best not to hit it if possible." Song Jinhe's expression was a little strange.

The scenes inside were so intense that even after surviving in the apocalypse for a year, I couldn't help but gag after watching it.

She ate a mint to calm her nerves.

"It won't open the door, will it?" Qi Sixing swallowed hard, staring at the shaking door in front of him.

I could smell it as soon as I got here. It was a stench that was hard to describe, comparable to a biological weapon, and even wearing a mask couldn't block it.

Song Jinhe: "I hope it won't."

The restroom and sink area at the end of the carriage was not only dimly lit but also extremely narrow. I knew there were zombies banging on the door inside. I passed by through a swaying board, their roars in my ears and their claws scratching incessantly.

The sounds were so clear they made my hair stand on end.

Qi Sixing, weapon in hand, finger on trigger, walked over with bated breath and trepidation.

Okay, I made it through. He breathed a sigh of relief.

Click, click,

A dull, unsettling sound rose in the excessively quiet environment.

The red text indicating someone has moved to green indicating no one has moved.

It's like a pre-set game level; it won't open early or late, but it will definitely open when someone goes there.

Qi Sixing looked at the place he had just passed. The door slowly opened, and a rotting, swollen hand reached out. He felt a chill run down his spine and raised his hand to shoot an arrow.

The rotting, waxy zombie was so thick with fat that it wasn't killed in one hit.

He yelled "Holy shit!" as he pulled out his dagger and delivered the final blow, then forced back the arrow while retaliating, and continued walking forward while gagging.

"Damn, that scared me to death! Thank goodness you didn't see that zombie, I'm traumatized by it now."

He wouldn't have picked them up if he hadn't thought that arrows were absolutely necessary and that making them would have been time-consuming and laborious.

The smell was better when we got to the dining car, where the zombies lying dead seemed somewhat normal.

The food cart was decorated differently from other places; even the curtains looked nicer, and there were overturned plastic vases on the tables.

"What is this?"

Qi Sixing stood by the table, looking at a brownish object stuck tightly to it, and poked it with an arrow. Song Jinhe smiled, "A skin fragment, from that zombie behind you. It got stuck there after you slept for a while."

Qi Sixing felt a chill and quickly withdrew his hand. He turned back to look at the zombie he had just dealt with, and sure enough, one of them was missing a piece of skin from its face.

As Song Jinhe looked at the food cart in front of her, images flashed before her eyes.

A torrential downpour was falling outside the train window, accompanied by continuous thunder. The train's announcement stated that due to the heavy rain, road repairs were underway ahead, and the train was temporarily stopped.

Staff in uniforms pushed carts past, selling beer, soft drinks, bottled water, sunflower seeds, instant noodles, and fruit.

There were only two or three people eating in the dining car, having simple meals and beer, and complaining that the train had been stopped for several hours and couldn't move, and that there was no cell phone signal.

The train carriage was peaceful, with people sleeping, eating sunflower seeds, and chatting.

Suddenly, someone in carriage number 10 collapsed and vomited blood. The people nearby were terrified and immediately called the train conductor.

The person was confirmed dead, and the train attendant turned pale instantly. The train police and the train conductor had not yet arrived.

The corpse on the seat suddenly opened its eyes, and the first to suffer were the train conductor and the people taking pictures and watching the spectacle.

The piercing screams spread out in segments until finally, every carriage was filled with chaotic screams.

Some people hid in the restrooms, staring in despair at the bleeding wounds on their hands; some pushed others out in an attempt to escape; and others fell into the gap between the two carriages due to the stampede, waiting for death in despair.
In the end, these vibrant lives merged with the dilapidated train, forever frozen on the tracks.

Song Jinhe walked to the back and found half a case of beer and mineral water, five cases of instant noodles, and put all the items that were inconvenient to carry into her space. She then called Qi Sixing over to move the things.

"So many supplies! Sister Jinhe, you truly live up to your reputation!" Qi Sixing's eyes lit up.

Anyone who went out with Song Jinhe twice knew how good she was at finding supplies, and later everyone tacitly agreed to follow her instructions to loot.

“With these things in hand, there’s no need to search through everything again,” Song Jinhe said. “We can find a clean sleeper berth to spend the night.”

With fewer beds and a door, the soft sleeper berths would be considered a luxury accommodation in the wilderness.

There weren't many zombies on the train, and they cleared their way through until they reached carriage number 2.

The blankets in several private rooms were neatly folded and placed under the pillows; apart from some dust, they looked quite nice.

As soon as night falls, the woods outside are filled with hoarse and unpleasant bird calls, which sound like wailing.

Song Jinhe used her outdoor gas stove to boil some water for tea, and looked at the gradually darkening scenery outside, feeling quite pleased.

She uses ordinary tea bags to make milk tea, and takes out the better tea leaves to drink separately. When tidying up the space, she deliberately separates them so that they are easy to take out.

She had checked it; it was the only brightly lit compartment where she could put living creatures. The chickens inside wouldn't grow or need to be fed; they would come out looking exactly the same as when they were put in, just like any other supplies.

I killed a lot of zombies on my way out of the villa area, and the space expanded, but this area remained unchanged.

There's plenty of food in the space that can fill your stomach, but things like boxed milk, coconut milk, and nuts, which can improve your quality of life, are becoming increasingly scarce.

It won't be so easy to find replenishment supplies that haven't spoiled later.

Tonight, lock the private room door and draw the curtains. Things from outside won't be able to get in so easily. We won't need to take turns keeping watch, and everyone can get a good rest.

"I haven't slept in such a comfortable bed in a long time."

Qi Sixing drank a can of beer, lay down on it, and sighed contentedly, feeling as if he were on a train trip with friends. It had been a long time since he had felt this way.

(End of this chapter)