Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 59 Rainy Night
"You really came here?" Song Jinhe put away the medicine on the table.

“I’ve been here.” Jiang Shi’an looked down at the bandage on his hand. “This company used to have gene-related research and development projects. They contacted me through my teacher and I helped them solve a small problem.”

He went to the innermost part, opened the metal cabinet, entered the password, and took out a box containing medicine.

Such a big box, and only two pills inside.

“This is the ZX-12 I mentioned. The ones from other places were probably taken away in the early stages of the disaster.” Jiang Shi’an handed the box directly to Song Jinhe.

"Let's split it in half," Song Jinhe said, taking the box and one of the pills.

This box looks pretty sturdy, I'll keep it for now. The mutated zombie outside should be dead by now. Her space has suddenly increased by almost seven or eight square meters!
It's now a small warehouse, about 34 square meters and a little over 3 meters high.

We'll go out later and stock up on supplies first, then call Zhuang Ting and the others in to distribute them.

Thinking about this made her feel much better.

"You just had your hand bandaged, and you're already fiddling with these things?" Song Jinhe was taken aback as she watched Jiang Shi'an handle the reagents.

"Let's see what else can still be used." Jiang Shi'an put down his injured hand.

It's a pity these instruments are not convenient to take with us; otherwise, it wouldn't be difficult to extract the ingredients and make medicine ourselves later.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Song Jinhe asked.

In any case, his hand was injured because of her.

'That bottle of #%*' This is what Song Jinhe heard; what she saw were the things on the stage with incomprehensible labels.

She didn't recognize anyone.

"What's in that bottle?"

Jiang Shi paused for a moment, then pursed his lips. "The light green liquid on the left."

Song Jinhe picked it up and handed it over, saying, "This matter still needs to be handled by Cheng Yan."

Jiang Shi'an turned his head and said softly, "If you're tired, just wait over there. It's quieter outside now."

Song Jinhe nodded. "Are these all things we're taking with us?"

"Can I only take what I need? Is the capacity sufficient?"

She glanced at them and said, "These are small, so they're not a big problem. And what about this small centrifuge? And the data?"

"I've already looked at the information, so there's no need to waste space."

After Jiang Shi'an finished collecting the items he had organized, the smoke outside dissipated, and it was getting dark.

The smell of burning still filled the air, and the dark and dilapidated production room was littered with building material fragments. The walls had turned black, and the zombies trapped underneath were still making hoarse noises.

Song Jinhe followed Jiang Shi'an with a flashlight, watching him take out a dusty box containing guns from the corner.

They were stored in the space, and then they returned to the previous exit passage.

This is the area most severely affected by the explosion; it's completely blocked off by collapsed concrete and steel frames, making it impossible for anyone to get in.

The mutated zombie's body was pressed under a concrete slab, with only a charred arm visible.

As for Wei Wenchen, it's unknown where he's buried, and it's unrealistic to search for him inch by inch among the piles of buildings and zombie corpses.

Song Jinhe had not yet recovered mentally and was unaware of her surroundings.

However, judging from the current scene, he was so badly injured that the human body simply could not withstand it and it was impossible for him to survive.

There are still many zombies here, it's too dangerous to go out directly, they need to find a place to hide first.

The control room was too far away, so they went to the warehouse office instead.

As usual, I'll first scavenge for any surprises. The water cup and photos on the desk are covered in a layer of dust, and the bottled water has a strange taste and is unusable, but the bottle itself is still useful.

I took both water bottles and all the snacks from the drawer with me; even a small fly is still meat.

In a few years, snacks will basically disappear, and the ones you can find outside will be spoiled and inedible.

Most people are struggling to make ends meet, and factories are gone, so who would still make spicy snacks and similar products?

In the evening, you can rest by simply putting the office chairs together.

Song Jinhe took out two portions of still-warm bamboo rice and sliced ​​ham and cured meat, along with the spicy strips and spicy fish tail she had just found.

The abundant food, combined with the pitch-black sky outside the window, the wandering zombies, and the occasional sound of zombies bumping into something, created a rather unique atmosphere.

Considering the difference in their appetites, she specially took an extra portion for Jiang Shi'an.

It was still a bit chilly in the evening, but the spicy fish tail made her sweat; it was both spicy and intoxicating.

Jiang Shi'an was probably eating this kind of thing for the first time. After finishing the one that Song Jinhe handed him, he didn't eat a second one.

"Be careful not to get a stomachache." He placed a carton of milk he found in the office next to Song Jinhe.

A sudden rain shower occurred in the middle of the night, causing the temperature to drop abruptly, and a cool breeze swirled through the woods.

Song Jinhe and the others were doing well inside; they weren't getting wet, and she had a blanket if she got cold. The zombies had also been cleared out.

Meanwhile, the others who spent the night outside were not so lucky. They first had to endure the pain of having their bullets removed, and before they could rest for long, it got dark.

There was nowhere to hide around. The woods were slightly better, at least they offered some concealment.

Sensing the change in the weather, Zhuang Ting, the only remaining fighter, went out to kill two zombies and dragged them back to cover up their scent.

"I hope nothing bad has happened to them inside. It's already dark and we haven't seen a single person come out," Qi Sixing asked.

"The fact that no one came out means everything is fine. If those people succeeded, they would definitely retreat. I just don't know what caused such a big commotion earlier," Zhuang Ting said.

"What's that up ahead?" Qi Sixing's eyes widened suddenly. "Holy crap! So many zombies!"

Right in front of them, where the flashlight was shining, a large horde of zombies was about to arrive.

"Quickly turn off the flashlights and car lights!" Zhuang Ting urged.

"Shutting it down won't help! There's nowhere to hide here!" Qi Sixing's hair stood on end.

"Hide in the car! There's no time!" Cheng Yan, knife in hand, hopped over and slit open the zombie's stomach. "Quick, move them inside!"

Zhuang Ting and Qi Sixing didn't waste any time. Each of them carried one of the corpse's arms, retching as they ran. From behind, they looked like three good brothers, dragging one of their zombie brothers along as they fled.

Qi Sixing turned his head and saw the zombie's head, which had lost its nose and lips, resting limply on his shoulder. Its unseeing eyes stared at him, as if it were about to come back to life at any moment.

Looking down, he saw that the putrid liquid and pieces of internal organs from its dissected abdomen had spilled onto his trouser leg.

"Oh my god." Qi Sixing's features were contorted, and half of his body was numb.

A sudden downpour began, and raindrops dripping from between the leaves fell into my back, making my entire back feel cold.

They carried both zombies up as quickly as possible, and squeezed them into the innermost row.

Rainwater lashed the roof of the car, and zombie arms slammed against the vehicle.

It was pitch black all around them; they could see nothing but the sound of rain, howls, and scratching.

If there were any light, Qi Sixing would definitely have seen the zombies with their mouths open outside the car window.

Shila-

Sharp claws slashed past my ear.