End of the World Crisis, My Husband is from Ancient Times

"Uncle Li..." Fan Mengmeng's voice was as thin as a mosquito's, and she grabbed Uncle Li's sleeve tightly. Uncle Li clenched the iron rod in his hand, his eyes sharp as torches, and he watched the corner vigilantly.

A tooth-grinding squeak shattered the silence, and then a sullen little mouse darted out from the pile of junk and vanished behind a broken cabinet. Fan Mengmeng and Grandpa Li were both stunned for a moment, then simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief.

"It was a false alarm," Uncle Li chuckled, the tension in his shoulders disappearing. "It seems we were too nervous."

Fan Mengmeng also smiled, but with a hint of bitterness. "Yes, in the end times, even the slightest noise can make your heart leap." Although the appearance of the rats had caused them to relax their vigilance, they knew that the real danger was still out there, lurking in every corner of the city.

After sorting through the supplies she'd found, Fan Mengmeng suddenly remembered her special ability. She closed her eyes, concentrated, and felt the energy flowing around her. A strange feeling washed over her, as if an invisible hand was guiding her. She sensed that something else was hidden in this storage room.

Fan Mengmeng opened her eyes and fixed her gaze on an inconspicuous corner at the back of the storage room. She walked over and carefully examined the wall, tapping it lightly with her fingers, searching for any unusual hollow sounds.

Finally, when she struck a slightly loose brick, Fan Mengmeng felt something different. She pushed hard, and the brick caved inward, revealing a hidden compartment.

Inside the secret compartment, several sharp knives lay, their blades reflecting a cold gleam in the dim light. Fan Mengmeng's eyes lit up. While these knives weren't as powerful as guns, they were definitely powerful weapons in close combat. With these knives, they would have a better chance of dealing with the zombies.

"Uncle Li, look!" Fan Mengmeng shouted excitedly, showing the knives to Uncle Li one by one.

Uncle Li also smiled with satisfaction. "Great! Now we're more confident!" He picked up a dagger and weighed it in his hand, feeling the sharpness of the blade. "With these, we can better protect ourselves."

After carefully wrapping the knife in cloth and securing it to their backpacks, Fan Mengmeng and Uncle Li began preparing to leave the storage room. They sorted the supplies they had found, ensuring everything was safe and easy to carry.

Pushing open the door to the storage room, a foul odor, mingled with the sickening smell of blood, assaulted them. Fan Mengmeng and Grandpa Li exchanged a worried glance. The storage room door faced the building's back entrance, and they had initially thought they could slip away unnoticed, but the sight before them made their hearts sink. The alleyway behind the building was teeming with zombies, their grotesque forms a terrifying sight in the dim light. The groans of the undead echoed eerily in the air... "This..." Grandpa Li gripped his iron rod tightly, his voice barely audible. The door to the storage room was only a crack open, but the scene outside was terrifying enough. The stench of putrefaction, mixed with the sickening smell of blood, penetrated their nostrils and irritated their nerves. The narrow alleyway was crammed with shambling zombies, their rotting limbs twisted and twisted, their hollow eyes gleaming with a chilling, murderous glint. Low roars rose one after another, like wails from hell, echoing in the air.

Fan Mengmeng's heart sank to the bottom. She had finally found so many supplies and was about to go to the shelter, but she didn't expect to be trapped here. She gripped the backpack strap tightly, her knuckles turning white from the effort. She looked at Uncle Li in frustration, her eyes full of helplessness. "What...what should I do?"

Uncle Li's expression was also grave. He gripped his iron rod tightly, his gaze darting back and forth between the zombies in the back alley and the piles of supplies in the storage room. He knew a head-on fight was impossible. There were only two of them, while the zombies outside numbered at least dozens, perhaps even more. Even if he were a seasoned warrior, he couldn't fight his way through while protecting Fan Mengmeng.

"We... maybe we can..." Uncle Li's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of hesitation. He turned to look at Fan Mengmeng, then at his bulging backpack, his mind awash with conflict. He debated whether to rush out alone, attracting the zombies' attention and giving Fan Mengmeng a chance to escape. But he also worried about whether Fan Mengmeng, a girl, could survive alone in the apocalypse.

Fan Mengmeng also fell into deep thought. She understood that carrying so much supplies would slow their movements, making their chances of escaping extremely slim. Perhaps they should abandon some of the supplies, lighten their load, and increase their chances of escape. However, these supplies were something they had worked so hard to find, the guarantee of their survival in the apocalypse. She simply couldn't bear to give them up.

Silence spread throughout the small storage room, the atmosphere oppressive and suffocating. The roaring outside grew closer, as if the zombies had sensed their presence and were slowly approaching the storage room.

Fine beads of sweat oozed from Fan Mengmeng's forehead. She anxiously looked around, hoping for a glimmer of hope. Suddenly, her eyes fell on a bag of compressed biscuits on the ground. An idea flashed through her mind: a technique for luring the enemy she had read about in ancient books...

"Uncle Li..." Fan Mengmeng's voice trembled slightly, but there was a hint of determination in her tone. She looked up at Uncle Li, a strange light flashing in her eyes. Uncle Li looked at Fan Mengmeng, and a hint of doubt rose in his heart.

Fan Mengmeng pointed at the supplies on the ground and said hurriedly, "Let's... take these things..."

"We... use these things as bait!" Fan Mengmeng pointed at the supplies on the ground and said hurriedly, "We'll throw some of them far away to attract the zombies' attention, and then break out from the other side!"

This idea came from a technique Fan Mengmeng had read about in ancient books about luring the enemy. While the situations were different, the principles were the same. Uncle Li was taken aback for a moment, then a flicker of admiration flashed in his eyes. It was indeed a bold and risky plan, but right now, it might be their only hope.

"Okay!" Uncle Li made a prompt decision, "Let's do it!"

Time was running out, so the two men sprang into action. They packed up less important supplies, like a few bags of compressed biscuits, some bottled water, and a few miscellaneous tools, into several small packages. Fan Mengmeng took a deep breath, aimed at a relatively open area behind the storage room, and tossed a package with all her might.

The sound of the package hitting the ground was particularly clear in the quiet alley, immediately attracting the attention of several nearby zombies. They roared excitedly, shaking their rotting bodies, and stumbled towards the package.

"Come again!" Uncle Li also picked up a package and threw it in another direction. More zombies were attracted over, and the zombies in the back alley began to stir. Like sharks smelling blood, they gathered in the direction of the bait.

Seeing their plan working, Fan Mengmeng and Uncle Li exchanged a glance, a flicker of determination in their eyes. Now was the perfect time for them to break out!

"Let's go!" Uncle Li roared, rushing out of the storage room first. He swung his iron rod with great force, knocking down several zombies that stood in his way. Fan Mengmeng followed closely behind. While she didn't have Uncle Li's formidable fighting ability, she was agile and nimble, dodging the zombies' attacks with deftness.

The two fought their way through the zombie encirclement. They ran out of breath and onto the street. Looking back, they saw the back alley filled with zombies, frantically scrambling for supplies. Fan Mengmeng couldn't help but feel a pang of fear. If they hadn't acted decisively, the consequences would have been disastrous.

At that moment, Fan Mengmeng's attention was suddenly drawn to an abandoned pickup truck on the side of the road. Although the pickup truck was covered in dust and had some damage, it still looked intact. More importantly, Fan Mengmeng noticed that the key was still in the ignition!

"Uncle Li, look!" Fan Mengmeng pointed at the pickup truck excitedly, her voice trembling. "We have a car!"

Uncle Li also saw the small truck, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. With this vehicle, they can reach the shelter faster and carry more supplies.

The two of them excitedly ran to the pickup truck. Uncle Li tried to turn the key, and the engine actually roared and started smoothly! It was simply a miracle!

Fan Mengmeng was ecstatic and couldn't wait to get in the car. However, just as she opened the car door, she discovered a problem - the car keys were missing!

The car keys, clearly inserted in the ignition just a moment ago, were now missing! Fan Mengmeng and Uncle Li looked at each other, their hearts filled with confusion and anxiety. What on earth had happened? Had someone gotten there first and stolen the car keys? Or was this just a coincidence?

The disappearance of the car keys casts a shadow on their escape plan. They don't know whether this will affect their plan to go to the shelter, nor do they know what challenges they will encounter next. But no matter what, they must keep moving forward, for survival, for hope.