The most ruthless person in the apocalypse

Chapter 1013 Peeping in Secret
"Hey?"

Zhang Su looked around the rocks but didn't find anything. Just as he was about to jump down, he looked down and saw something lying on the ground!
"what is that."

He landed, bent down, and picked up a piece of rotten cloth, no bigger than the palm of his hand, from the rubble.

"The clothes on the zombies..."

People who have been in contact with zombies for a long time are very familiar with this kind of decaying clothing, which is commonly found on zombies exposed to the elements.

Even the finest fabric will deteriorate beyond recognition within a few months if exposed to wind, sun, and low temperatures.

"Did Xiao Chen see this thing fall from the rocks to the ground?"

Zhang Su took the cloth and placed it on the rocks, then pulled it aside, and the cloth fluttered down.

He felt it was possible, but it seemed far-fetched. He then checked the surroundings but found nothing else, so he had no choice but to turn back.

It has been proven that if human power can accomplish something, it is far superior to those cumbersome machines; the flexibility of the human body has a significant advantage in productive labor!

In less than half an hour, the laboratory was basically emptied, except for the isolation room. It wasn't that it couldn't be dismantled, but the glass walls of the isolation room were too heavy. With a little bit of weight, it easily exceeded the helicopter's load capacity!
"This is what I found next to the rocks; I didn't find anything else."

Zhang Su handed the fabric to Chen Hanzhou.

"These are clothes worn by zombies."

"That's right, it must have been left by those zombies on the shore, right?"

"Could there be hidden zombies on the island?"

A crowd gathered around, most of them covered in sweat from their work, and upon seeing the tattered cloth, they began to discuss it animatedly.

Chen Hanzhou took a deep breath, shrugged, and said, "It's probably this thing. I was too nervous."

Although he said that, he was still not quite sure.

"Being vigilant is better than being careless! You stay on guard, we'll go back to the villa and search for more supplies."

Zhang Su patted Chen Hanzhou on the shoulder and led everyone back towards the villa.

The group returned to the villa. The first floor was the main living area, with the kitchen and dining room located there. Because Fu Weijun had difficulty walking, there was also a bedroom on the first floor that connected to the garden. However, he didn't like bedrooms that were too open and usually lived on the second floor. Anyway, there was an elevator, so it wasn't too much trouble.

They conducted a whirlwind search on the first floor, but unfortunately, because a group of people had arrived at Turtle Island earlier, their supplies had been almost completely depleted.

"Well, Brother Zhang, you said we'd split the supplies in half, but look at all this stuff, what is it all..."

Duan Wuhu looked at the things that everyone had looted with a broken expression. The reserves of rice, flour and other food were okay, enough for three people to live on for two months, but Tianma Island had plenty of these things in reserve!

For ordinary survivors, filling their stomachs is the most important thing, but for the core members of Tianma Island, they have long since abandoned basic pursuits and are more interested in finding some supplies to provide for their enjoyment.

Unfortunately, there were only four packs of cigarettes and not much other alcohol, totaling less than three liters. Even if one person took all of it, it wouldn't amount to much, let alone the camp's share.

"I never expected this to happen, otherwise... sigh."

Fu Weijun looked at the supplies in front of him with helplessness. Who could have imagined that such a disaster would break out? Otherwise, he would have made preparations in advance. With just an island and sufficient funds, it would have been enough to build a paradise similar to a post-apocalyptic bunker!

"Let's go check the second floor. There's still a zombie up there. Be careful when you go up; it's probably trapped in one of the rooms!"

Zhang Su pointed upstairs.

"There are no supplies on the second floor, unless those people moved them..."

Fu Weijun said as he walked.

Awooo, awooo!

As they became more lucid, the zombies' roars grew louder, but they sounded so weak to Zhang Su and the others.

"there."

Zhang Su raised his long-handled bone hammer and pointed it at a door. "That's my bedroom..."

Fu Weijun sighed, looking up. His last "territory" had been captured. He felt powerless, but there was nothing he could do. The master bedroom was very nicely decorated, and others certainly wouldn't miss it.

Pushing open the door, the zombie howls still sounded muffled.

"In the bathroom."

Fu Weijun pointed to the door next to the wardrobe, then his gaze fell on the messy bed. He couldn't remember if this was the same brown sheet he had left with, but the familiar layout told him that this used to be his bedroom.

Upon opening the bedroom door, a zombie stood in the bathtub, baring its teeth and brandishing its claws. A shower hose was wrapped around its neck, and a faint mark was still visible on its dry, wrinkled skin. It was clear that it had been strangled to death, and the rope had been tied in a knot, so it didn't even have a chance to leave after becoming a zombie.

The bathtub was dry, but traces indicated that there had been water before.

"Well, it really is infighting. These people, they can't even enjoy a good life..."

Duan Wuhu shook his head and sighed, then stepped forward and ended the zombie's life.

"If they hadn't fought amongst themselves and had held on until we arrived, they might have been saved. It's a pity they didn't survive the darkest moment of humanity!"

Zhang Su echoed the sentiment, saying that internal strife doesn't necessarily mean bad people. One shouldn't advise others to be kind without having experienced their suffering. If you bring up old grievances, there aren't many good people in the entire camp...

There was no time to linger; after dealing with the zombies, the group continued searching for supplies.

Despite the seemingly luxurious residence, there was very little that could actually be taken away.

Ultimately, this was just Fu Weijun's research laboratory, and his residence was temporary. In addition, someone had already been here before, so there weren't many supplies worth taking away.

"Hey, Weijun, here's a photo of you and your sister-in-law."

Duan Wuhu found a picture frame in the TV cabinet in the bedroom and handed it to Fu Weijun.

"Little Jiao".

Fu Weijun took the photo frame with a complicated expression. The photo on it was a picture of him and his girlfriend in a park in Beijing. His girlfriend was leaning over his shoulder from behind her wheelchair, smiling brightly, while he was not looking at the camera and had a blank expression, probably thinking about something else.

"If only I could go back to the way things were... sigh."

Fu Weijun rarely sighed with emotion, but when he thought about going back to the past, he would have to sit in a wheelchair again. He really didn't know what to do. He stroked the photo frame and stuffed it into his backpack.

In less than fifteen minutes, everyone left the villa.

The looted supplies were not much. There were some high-end daily necessities, but Zhang Su, as the leader, was too embarrassed to take them from the original owners. However, Fu Weijun showed his emotional intelligence and took the initiative to donate them to the camp, requesting that they be redistributed.

Eight people were busy working around the helicopter, while in the shadows, several pairs of green eyes peered through the narrow cracks in the rocks, gazing towards the helipad...

Silent and still, without breath or heartbeat, closing my eyes felt like becoming one with the mountain rocks!
As it turned out, Chen Hanzhou was right. There was indeed something hiding in the darkness, so far away that even Zhang Su didn't notice anything unusual!
Several figures, their eyes gleaming green, lay silently hidden among the rocks, like seasoned hunters, motionless, waiting for the right moment to strike!
"We don't have much supplies, so what's the point of storing them? Let's just divide them up when we get back. I'm going to the beach to check things out. Anyone want to come with me?"

Zhang Su was talking about the supplies when he suddenly changed the subject.

"I go!"

Chen Hanzhou was the first to raise his hand, much more enthusiastic than before when he had said he would stay and watch the helicopter. Remembering that he was going to the beach and no one would do his original job, he quickly added, "I was watching the helicopter earlier, now it's my turn to move around..."

"I'll go as well."

"I also need to go……"

The others were a little slower to react, but none of them were willing to be outdone and raised their hands. Moving supplies was work, but exploring the island was what was really interesting!
Looking at the six people, excluding Liu Lingping, who were eager to try, Zhang Su smiled helplessly: "Dr. Fu, the road to the shore from here is not easy to walk. Why are you getting involved?"

It's understandable that others would go; everyone is agile and their mobility is not affected even by complex terrain. Fu Weijun has only just recovered to the physical level of Wu Lue, the homebody before the disaster, and going with the others would only slow down the progress.

"I...I also want to see that ball of light."

Fu Weijun looked dejected. He knew his situation and said dejectedly, "Okay, I'll stay and watch the helicopter with Dr. Liu."

(End of this chapter)