Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 99 Confess your feelings
Then we just took the camping table and chairs out of the RV and gathered some branches to start a fire.

The direction in which the two cars are parked is also significant.

The front of the vehicles was all facing the exit, so that if anything happened, they could grab the buckets and run away.

The height of the RV also blocks the view from the outside, so that no one can see what they are doing.

"They have quite a few people over there, more than twenty," Zhuang Ting said, glancing sideways.
"I just don't know how much of what that person said was true."

"I guess it's all true." Song Jinhe sat in the chair, her eyes slightly closed, looking rather lazy.

She recognized one of the people who had just arrived; his name was Yi Feng.

The specific time points and details in my memory differ.

One or two people in their group were from Wucheng, which is why they encountered Wei's gang, who were known for their burning, killing, and looting.

The man made a quick profit and ran away. Some time later, he ran into Boss Wei's main force in the Yuecheng area and was recognized.

At that time, Boss Wei's strength and personnel were very high.

The team suffered heavy losses; even ordinary people with little combat ability died.

Yi Feng was crippled and then killed by Boss Wei himself.

Now that the drought hasn't come, the grass on Old Wei's grave has grown three meters high.

"Dinner is ready." Zhang Yi picked up her spoon and called everyone over to eat.

Compared to the campsite next to them, their small fire was not conspicuous, but with the RV parked behind them, many people looked over.

The food was the same as always: rice with canned goods. But today, there was an extra pot of delicious seaweed and dried shrimp soup, all made with ingredients found at the service station.

As Zhang Yi was distributing the food, she glanced at the second floor of the RV. Dai Jie said with some envy, "I'll take some food up to that kid."

While others would die from a single scratch from a zombie, he actually awakened a talent—what kind of lucky treatment is this?

He and Jinhe are the only two in the team who aren't gifted; they're in a really tough spot.

"No need. I'm getting off." Qi Sixing staggered out of the car, his eyes fixed on the food glistening in the pot.

Everyone was stunned for a moment as they watched him hold the bowl, embodying the spirit of a true rice cooker.

"Is this your natural talent for cooking?" Zhuang Ting asked.

Qi Sixing looked up. "No, I looked out the window and wow, what a beautiful sunset! I thought if I died, I wouldn't be able to see it again, so I had to get up!"

"So you're a special forces soldier on a post-apocalyptic tour?" Song Jinhe took a sip of soup.

If you round it up, seaweed can be considered seafood.

“I was one before the apocalypse! And there’s Brother Zhuang, he’s the bread and butter of our dorm.”

Apart from being a little weak, Qi Sixing seemed to be fine, and his symptoms had completely disappeared for at least 24 hours.

"What are they doing over there?" He noticed the camp on the other side, which was several times larger than theirs.

Song Jinhe's gaze fell on the lit firelight, "The team that's passing the service area ahead."

The evening sky darkened in just a few minutes, the twilight faded, and everything in sight was reduced to blurry outlines.

A graceful figure emerged from the tent. She wore a high-quality dress with a light shawl draped over her shoulders, and her long hair fell behind her. Her pure and refined appearance seemed even more beautiful in the apocalypse.

As soon as she appeared, she attracted envious or longing glances from those around her, and several men who could only sit in the corner drinking plain porridge stared at her intently.

Tan Jiu handed over the stainless steel lunchbox.

"Thank you, Ninth Brother." Meng Yuyao's face showed a delicate and bright smile.

Sitting by the fire, Zhao Huiyun rolled her eyes. She'd disliked this woman for a long time, but had only tolerated her because she'd just joined the group and needed to save face for Tan Jiu.

I always feel unsafe in overly open spaces, especially when the visible area is replaced by darkness.

Dai Jie took the initiative to do the logistical work of cleaning up the dishes. He always tried his best to do what he could in the team. In the past, it was for Dai Jia. He knew that Dai Jia was the weakest in the team, so he had to work hard.

Now, for his own sake and for the sake of the team, Dai Jia should live well before he dies.

At least two people must keep watch each night, with each pair working together for one day. Today, it starts with Song Jinhe and Jiang Shi'an.

Everyone else is already asleep. With a little modification, the dining table in the RV can be used as a sleeping spot, and there's also room to make a makeshift bed on the terrace.

Zhuang Ting slept in the jeep to prevent anyone from stealing the supplies, Zhang Yi slept in the driver's seat of the RV, and Dai Jie slept directly on the terrace.

The temperature is around 30 degrees Celsius at night now, so the terrace is actually cooler.

"How about I stay up all night tonight and you take over next time?" Song Jinhe sat on the side of the RV, looking at the twinkling stars in the sky.

"I've driven for so long this afternoon, I'll keep watch for now," Jiang Shi'an said with a soft sigh.

“That’s fine.” Song Jinhe thought that if they were leaving tomorrow, she could drive, and Jiang Shi’an could sleep in the car in the morning.

I always feel unsafe in overly open spaces, especially when the visible area is completely replaced by darkness.

Song Jinhe looked at the starry sky and saw her tall, slender figure sitting in a chair at work, her long legs slightly crossed, her delicate jawline seemingly glowing with a warm light, exuding a cool and divine aura.

It's different from when you twist off a zombie's head.

Unbeknownst to her, the person beside her was also watching her.

Perhaps because of the long journey, such a quiet night and peaceful life are all the more precious.

"Jin He." A deep voice sounded.

Song Jinhe was startled, thinking that her little idea had been discovered, and tactically picked up her thermos to drink water.

"what's up?"

Song Jinhe turned her head to look at his calm gaze, feeling increasingly guilty as she looked, her fingers unsure of what to do.

With his intelligence, he should have figured it out long ago.

Jiang Shi'an appeared calm on the surface, but he was unsure of himself. Was it inappropriate for him to speak up so suddenly?

Song Jinhe's mind was a bit confused, so she simply put down the water glass in her hand, turned her face to the side and leaned closer, kissing him on the cheek without hesitation.

The soft, warm touch brushed against me gently, like a breeze blowing at night.

Jiang Shi'an's dark pupils suddenly narrowed.

With his skills, it would have been so easy for him to dodge, but he didn't.

Just like now, he reached out and grabbed Song Jinhe, who was about to run away, then stood up, and the force in his hand brought them closer together.

Jiang Shi'an looked into her beautiful eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips, a smile even more dazzling than the twinkling stars in the sky.

I originally wanted to tell you that I like you, probably from the first time we met.

Song Jinhe was taken aback. "You mean... when I wanted to stab you with a knife?"

"..." Jiang Shi'an paused for a moment, "The first time I met you, before you had met me."

He thought about it many times afterward and realized that from the very beginning, she was different in his eyes.

It is both a love at first sight and a trust that can be entrusted to someone after going through life and death together.