Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 91 Service Station

Song Jinhe put the pillow behind her back down and turned off the lamp on the table. "I'm going to sleep."

"Okay, goodnight," Jiang Shi'an said softly from across the table.

The small, enclosed space, with teammates nearby, provided both warmth and a sense of security.

Song Jinhe is the type of person who falls asleep as soon as she lies down.

In the middle of the night, I vaguely heard a rustling sound outside, like something walking past the railway tracks.

It's a long-standing habit that makes her wake up at the slightest noise.

Song Jinhe opened her eyes, looked at the unmoving door lock, turned over and went back to sleep.

Outside the train are wandering zombies. You can't spot them, they can't get on, so don't bother with them. You won't see them even if you get up.

They go their own way, she sleeps hers.

The green train gradually shrank from view, and Wucheng disappeared into the distance along with it.

Song Jinhe calmly lit the fire, raised her hand and threw the Molotov cocktail, "Three!"

"One, two."

Qi Sixing reacted quickly, turning and running as soon as he heard the sound, refusing to look back. Even Song Jinhe and Jiang Shi'an were running, which shows how terrifying this thing was!
The scorching flames spread, a gust of foul wind swept past behind him, and he felt something fall from a tree branch.

Song Jinhe handed the second Molotov cocktail to Jiang Shi'an. She was running for her life and didn't have the strength to throw the bottle.

He realized there was something behind him, but he didn't know what it was. He could hear a rustling sound, like leaves were moving.

Sleeping well leads to a better mental state, which in turn improves one's mood.

Qi Sixing, who was munching on a cookie, looked at the two people who had suddenly stopped with a puzzled expression.

That's a huge worm! The patterns on its body are almost as big as his palm.

"what happened?"

I drew back the curtains, and the morning light fell on the leaves, while the mist over the distant mountains grew even thicker.

He was a little confused; both Song Jinhe and Jiang Shi'an had serious expressions on their faces at that moment.

They quickly tidied up on the train, packed their things, and set off. Beforehand, Song Jinhe had also found a chance to avoid Qi Sixing and find the fuel tank to stock up on diesel.

"I'll count to three, and you run forward." Song Jinhe took out the Molotov cocktail she had just made yesterday.

Didn't go far.

Now I finally know what that rustling sound I heard at the beginning of last night was.
Snakes hunt using thermal imaging; their brains form images based on the heat of their prey, which is why it didn't attack the zombies last night.

"I'm really a little reluctant to leave the comfortable bed on the train." Qi Si glanced at it several times as she walked.

He ran dozens of meters before daring to glance to the side.

Logically speaking, there shouldn't be such a large snake in the Wucheng area, and pythons of this size usually move slowly, so how could they run so fast?

Qi Sixing nodded repeatedly.

Song Jinhe slept exceptionally well that night, though it was a bit hot. When she got up around 7 a.m., she took off her coat and rolled up her sleeves.

"Damn it! Why is it still chasing us! We don't have any cough syrup!" Qi Sixing shouted as he ran.

Jiang Shi'an stopped at this moment, waited for them to run over first, and then threw the Molotov cocktail at them.

Flames licked the giant snake's body, and it rolled and struggled on the ground, roaring with its mouth wide enough to swallow a person's head, but it finally failed to catch up.

They could kill it if they wanted to, but there was no need to waste their energy on something meaningless. They had plenty of food, and they could just shake it off. The temperature was perfect right now, the ideal time for snakes to be active. For a creature to grow this big, it was definitely a mutant.

When the weather gets hot, you can't keep wearing layers and layers of clothing, otherwise the heat won't dissipate and you'll feel uncomfortable.

Song Jinhe had already changed into a light jacket, but still tucked the cuffs and trouser legs tightly to prevent insects.

Qi Sixing's wound from the last time he was infected has healed, but that area is noticeably bald, so he wears a hat now.

They followed the railway tracks to Lianyungang Station, a small station. Qi Sixing noticed that there were quite a few zombies nearby.

"Should we fight or not? There aren't any convenience stores inside these small stations; you have to go outside to the entrance to find them."

"Let's not fight. We need to conserve our energy. Let's find a place to get off and cross to the highway to Yuecheng."

This is really not worth it.

Song Jinhe looked at Jiang Shi'an, who nodded, and the three of them immediately retreated cautiously.

Jiang Shi'an was tasked with observing the route, and the location was quickly determined. The place where they climbed over the guardrail was in a remote mountainous area, and the highway could be seen through the binoculars, not far away.

Once you find the highway, you'll find a gas station and a car.

The rest of the journey went relatively smoothly. There was a village next to the highway, but it is now in ruins.

Seeing the houses destroyed by the flood, the collapsed cement blocks, and the buildings that had sunk directly into the ground during the earthquake, with cracks almost as wide as a palm, Song Jinhe finally understood the truth of the saying that Wucheng's situation was relatively good.

In the evening, they arrived at a highway service station. There were many cars there, as well as an ambulance, and of course, quite a few zombies.

Song Jinhe set fire to two cars with Molotov cocktails, using the vehicle explosions to kill the zombies and quickly finish the battle.

After clearing out the zombies at the service station, we were all exhausted and covered in sweat. Holding a bottle of unexpired instant milk tea we found in a store, we sat in the car for a while and felt refreshed.

"I'm going to wash up." Song Jinhe took the lamp and walked inside.

She headed towards the bathroom, her body covered in zombie blood and sticky sweat. At times like this, she envied Jiang Shi'an, whose water-based abilities were practically like having a cleaning spell.

"I'll go with you." Jiang Shi'an, leaning against the car, glanced at the direction of the restroom, which was darker than the rest of the area.

"Okay, sure." Song Jinhe nodded with a smile.

Qi Sixing, who was behind him, was stunned.

He didn't realize that Jinhe was afraid of the dark. The key point is that he was standing alone in the parking lot, and he was a little scared. This desolate scene was just like a horror movie.

Just then, a gust of wind blew by, and the sweat on my body felt cool.

Qi Sixing looked around and decisively got back into the car. In case the two of them, a man and a woman, didn't return for a long time, it would be safer in the car.

Song Jinhe took the lamp inside and chose a relatively clean cubicle. Jiang Shi'an stood outside, with his back to the door.

Before she entered the cubicle, she could still see the night wind blowing his clothes, his well-defined fingers hanging down casually, as if bathed in the cool moonlight.

Even with the door closed, she could sense him standing there.

He was like that in everyday interactions too; he wouldn't deliberately touch her, and most of the time he would just casually acknowledge her. His inherent manners remained the same even in the apocalypse.

Song Jinhe was a little confused. Could it be just because the two of them had known each other for a long time and were teammates who had gone through life and death together? Would he feel the same way if it were someone else?

Her thoughts were a bit unclear, and she wanted to test the waters. She needed to know other people's intentions before she could feel at ease, and if the answer wasn't what she wanted, she would immediately back off.

But then I feel like we're in the apocalypse now, so why not just say it directly? Survival is tiring enough, why waste our brains playing those games?

Song Jinhe quickly washed her hair and took a shower using the hot water in her space, and also washed her inner clothes at the same time, without having to change her dirty and tattered outer clothes.

(End of this chapter)