Reborn in the Apocalypse: A Commoner's Survival Log

Zhou Yang raised an eyebrow after hearing Yan Fei's words. It seemed that these people were not only rich and powerful, but Yan Fei might also be a descendant of a high-ranking official or have connections in the military.

Upon hearing that the neighborhood was likely under the control of a gang, the others stopped talking and quickly got into the car, heading towards Building 21 where Shen Zechuan was located.

The entire neighborhood was very quiet. Logically speaking, with so many living people living in the neighborhood, there should be quite a few people who have mutated into zombies, or at least you should be able to hear some zombie sounds, but there were none here.

Zhou Yang sat here and carefully observed the community. He found that there were a lot of dried bloodstains on the ground under almost every building, and there were also a lot of bloodstains on the curtains and windows of several households.

This means there are definitely zombies in this community, and quite a few of them.

The fact that this neighborhood is still so quiet suggests only one possibility: someone has already cleaned it up.

Looking at the surviving residents, all of them had their doors and windows tightly shut. Occasionally, someone would hear the sound of their car, but they would hide behind the curtains and cautiously peek through the glass.

This is not the kind of behavior you'd expect in a typical wealthy neighborhood.

Zhou Yang felt uneasy being stared at by these survivors: "I think something's not right in this neighborhood. The zombies here should have been cleared out, so it should be safe now, but look at these surviving residents, none of them dare to open their curtains, they all seem terrified."

Shen Zechuan nodded: "I think so too. Let's pack up and leave as soon as possible!"

The six people and one dog quickly arrived at the foot of Building 21.

Shen Zechuan didn't buy a villa or a duplex here, but a small apartment. He bought it because it was the closest to his company, only a 5-minute drive away, so he usually lives here.

Although it's a small apartment, it's still over 300 square meters.

Because it was a one-elevator-one-household system, the six people and one dog were divided into two groups before they all reached the 24th floor.

Zhou Yang, along with Wandou and Shen Zechuan, were among the first to go up. Shen Zechuan opened the door for him, letting him go in first with Wandou while he waited outside for the others.

After leaving Pea obediently on the living room carpet, Zhou Yang sat on the sofa and looked around.

The entire house is decorated in a simple and elegant style, with only some small decorative designs on the walls. In addition, there is even a tea table on the balcony for making tea.

It seems the big boss has quite a bit of leisure and refined taste.

After sitting for only a few minutes, the others arrived.

As soon as he entered, Lu Xingye slumped down on the other side of the sofa where Zhou Yang was sitting, letting out a sigh of relief: "Ah! Lying down is still the most comfortable!"

"Alright, stop slacking off. We need to help A-Chuan pack up his things as soon as possible and then move them downstairs." Yan Fei looked at Lu Xingye, who was slumped over, grabbed him, and dragged him toward the storage room.

"Hey, hey, don't pull me! I can walk by myself!" Lu Xingye was grabbed by the collar, and at this moment he looked like a wild cat with its fur standing on end. If this person hadn't been his brother of more than twenty years, he would have already cursed him out.

The others couldn't help but laugh at Lu Xingye's lively antics and followed him.

Although it was a storage room, it was still several dozen square meters, and the group found a lot of cardboard boxes and packaging bags that could be used for packing.

These are mostly the outer packaging left over from when Shen Zechuan bought some new small appliances and furniture. He was supposed to get rid of them back then, but he got busy with work and forgot about them until now.

This is exactly the kind of thing that comes in handy right now.

With something to pack, the group got to work.

The most important thing in Shen Zechuan's house is the confidential information stored in the safe in his study.

It was about ten days before the apocalypse. His former superior from his time in the army contacted him and asked him to secretly investigate a mysterious online prophet. After the military investigation, the location was finally pinpointed to Baijishan City.

However, Bai Jishan was neither a large nor a small place, and after investigating for more than a week, he still couldn't find any results.

Secondly, there were also two guns and 20 rounds of ammunition inside. These were what Yan Fei had brought with him on this trip, and had been temporarily stored here. His purpose for this trip was actually to carry out a secret mission, and bringing the other people here for sightseeing was also a way to avoid attracting attention.

Although Yan Fei did not reveal the details of the classified mission, Shen Zechuan speculated that the mission might be related to the apocalypse.

Besides that, the most valuable items were two sets of gold jewelry and two sets of jade in the safe. He had bought them beforehand and originally planned to give them to his grandmother and aunt when he returned to Beijing for the next holiday.

I never expected that the apocalypse would begin before I even got back.

But it doesn't matter, he'll take all these things with him and give them away when he has the chance to return to Beijing later.

Because the documents and firearms in the study were too important, Shen Zechuan and Yan Fei were responsible for organizing them.

Zhou Yang and the others were sent to tidy up the things in the storage room.

Upon entering the storage room, Zhou Yang saw an entire wall of imported red wine, and next to it was a display case of Wuliangye, Maotai and aged Nu'erhong wine for collection, any one of which would cost tens of thousands of yuan.

Upon seeing this, Zhou Yang couldn't help but gasp: "Does Shen Zechuan really like drinking? He actually has such a large collection of wine."

“He doesn’t like to drink, he just likes to collect! He not only collects wine, but also cigarettes. Look!” Xu Zhiyi shook his head and opened the door of an eight-tiered cabinet behind him for Zhou Yang to see.

Inside, there were all sorts of cigarettes, some domestic and some foreign. Some he had seen and heard of before, but many more were beyond his comprehension.

"He collects so many cigarettes! Does he love smoking?! Does he want to try all the flavors?" Zhou Yang, as an ordinary person, couldn't understand.

"You might not believe it, but my brother Chuan doesn't smoke at all!" Lu Xingye said, stroking his chin. "He's just a collector. When we were kids, we even helped him collect the cards from a certain cigarette pack! I even got a beating from my dad for that. No way, I'm going to make Brother Chuan make up for my young heart back then!"

Upon hearing this, Chai Jin immediately exposed him: "Who told you to keep pestering your father to sell dozens of cartons of cigarettes, and even break up all of them at once! If your father doesn't ask you for help, who else would he ask for help from!"

Lu Xingye snorted, turned his head away without saying a word, and silently picked up a plastic bag to start packing cigarettes.

Zhou Yang touched his nose and started helping Xu Zhiyi pack red wine into the cardboard box.

Over there, Shen Zechuan and Yan Fei had finished taking care of the things they needed to take from the study and came over to help.

It took the six of them another hour to pack everything up and empty the storage room.

After packing up the storage room, Shen Zechuan led the group to the next room, which was originally supposed to be the secondary bedroom, but he had converted it into a small exhibition hall.

Besides his love for collecting cigarettes and alcohol, Shen Zechuan is also a travel and skiing enthusiast. Here are several sets of his ski suits and skis, as well as several Tibetan knives he bought during his trip to Sichuan and Tibet for his collection, all of which are sharpened and extremely razor-sharp.

“These Tibetan knives are all good quality; each of you can pick one,” Shen Zechuan said to the group. “From now on, we won’t be safe anymore; we must have cold weapons on hand.”

The others didn't stand on ceremony either, and each of them grabbed one.