Zombie Apocalypse: Don't be afraid, I'm not a good person.

Tang Dashan walked to the door with his head down. Shenhe didn't say anything to him, but just patted him on the shoulder.

Everyone has their own personality.

He can't do it well now, but he'll learn eventually. We can let him do more of this kind of thing in the future.

I glanced at the sky; the sun was almost setting.

But there are many restaurants and a small convenience store on this street. If we don't pack up the supplies, they will definitely be taken away at night. That would be like doing all the work for someone else.

Shenhe glanced at the street; it was full of private cars and taxis, not a single one that could carry cargo.

"What are you looking at?"

Seeing him looking around, Li Yuetong asked curiously.

"Let's see if we can find a suitable vehicle. We can't move much of the stuff from these shops by ourselves."

Shenhe was a little worried; even his and Li Yuetong's personal space couldn't hold all of these things.

Beside him, Tang Dashan, who had been looking down, suddenly raised his head. He was feeling sad about his own uselessness and worried that he was useless in his older brother's eyes. This was the opportunity he was looking for!

"Brother! I have a car! It can carry cargo! It's just that there are some zombies around the car, so I can't drive it out."

Shenhe turned and glanced at Tang Dashan.

What kind of car?

"A 6.8-meter refrigerated truck! It can carry ten tons of frozen goods, has an independent refrigeration unit, and can refrigerate even when parked! It has a large 600L fuel tank, allowing it to travel 2800 kilometers on a full tank of fuel!"

When it comes to trucks, Tang Dashan's confidence shines through.

"Oh? Where?"

Shenhe became interested, never expecting that Tang Dashan had such an awesome car.

"It's right on the main road next to my apartment complex!"

Tang Dashan pointed, indicating that it wasn't far away.

.........

Dongfeng Tianjin KR6.8 refrigerated truck, white.

It is about nine meters long, four meters high, and 2.6 meters wide.

It's quite a big one!

The cargo box is only slightly smaller than Li Yuetong's.

When the group of four arrived, they didn't encounter any zombies; they had probably been lured away earlier.

The driver's cab is quite spacious and even has a sleeper berth.

The four exchanged names in the driver's seat, and Shenhe also learned about their previous professions.

Tang Dashan is a truck driver who lives alone.

Zhang Ran had only recently been discharged from the army. His elderly mother was seriously ill, and his wife was pregnant. He was the only one supporting his family. Unfortunately, his mother passed away half a month ago, and now he and his pregnant wife depend on each other for survival.

Tang Dashan parked the refrigerated truck steadily in front of the convenience store. As soon as the four of them got out of the truck, they saw two groups of people inside the store hurriedly stuffing food into their bags.

Upon hearing the truck's noise, the two groups of people froze instantly, simultaneously stopping what they were doing and looking towards the door.

When they realized that Shenhe and Li Yuetong were holding guns, the area around the convenience store became eerily quiet, with only the rapid breathing of the crowd and the unhurried footsteps of Shenhe and his three companions remaining, which were particularly clear in the small space.

Once Shenhe Station was reached, the entrance was completely blocked.

The people inside looked at each other, panicked and at a loss. The timid ones trembled and lowered their heads, not daring to look Shenhe and the others in the eye, but most of them gripped the sticks and kitchen knives in their hands tightly, their eyes filled with fear yet trying to appear calm.

And some people have hope in their eyes.

After a few seconds of silence, a man in his sixties looked around, slowly took two steps forward, nervously swallowed, and cautiously sized up the four people in front of him.

Shenhe and Li Yuetong stood side by side slightly behind, with Zhang Ran and Tang Dashan on either side, each taking a small half-step forward to subtly protect the two in the middle. The old man's gaze swept around before finally settling steadily on Shenhe's spear.

"Sir...sir, are you police officers or soldiers? Are you here for a rescue?"

"Neither."

As soon as Shenhe finished speaking, the hopeful eyes of the old man and many others in the room instantly dimmed.

It's been several days since the apocalypse, and there hasn't been a single sign of rescue. They were really holding onto a sliver of hope just now.

In this place, ordinary people rarely have the chance to see real guns; they assume that anyone with a gun is a soldier.

"Well... could you... let our family take some food? We're all out of food and have run out of supplies... If that's not possible... if it really isn't possible, we'll leave the food here right now and leave immediately... so as not to cause any more trouble for you."

The old man watched Shenhe's expression, but Shenhe was wearing a mask and speaking softly, so he became even more cautious.

If someone has a gun but isn't an official, then in the apocalypse, their true nature is anyone's guess.

He dared not act like he used to, relying on his age and seniority. He believed it was better to live a miserable life than to die, and he wanted to live a few more days.

Shenhe didn't respond. He shifted his gaze from the old man's face and slowly swept it over everyone in the room.

Men and women, young and old, looked like neighbors from the same building, gathered together looking for food.

Everyone whose gaze swept over him felt as if they had been stripped naked and were extremely uncomfortable.

The pressure was so great that everyone lowered their heads. The less timid ones couldn't even hold onto their bags, which fell to the ground with a "thud," the canned goods inside rolling to the side. In the oppressive and silent store, the sound was frighteningly jarring.

No one can calmly meet the gaze of a person holding a gun while they are looking at them, unless they are extremely lucky.

Seeing that Shenhe remained silent, many people showed their dissatisfaction, but dared not utter a single word.

Several timid women's eyes reddened at the sight, and tears streamed down their faces. They dared not cry out loud, so they covered their mouths and held back their sobs.

In this day and age, if these people want to do something to women, there's nothing they can do. They can only pray that they're ugly enough not to catch their eye.

The old man's face grew increasingly sorrowful. He sighed, slowly bent down, and gently placed the thing in his hand on the ground, not daring to make a loud noise.

The people behind also reluctantly put down the supplies, except for a few young men who gritted their teeth and refused to let go.

"Let it go...let it go..."

"Do you want to abandon me?"

Several people were gently tugged at by the women beside them and whispered words of advice. In the end, they threw down the bags in their hands with dejected expressions and lowered their heads.

Li Yuetong glanced at Shenhe, her face under the mask felt a little hot, and the sight made her feel like a bad guy.

Tang Dashan scratched his head.

Zhang Ran, however, remained expressionless, gripping the spear tightly, his fingers constantly opening and closing, his palms slightly sweaty.

To be honest, none of the four of them are bad people now.

In this oppressive atmosphere, Shenhe finished reading the information of more than twenty people. Damn! That's a lot!

Fortunately, nothing seemed amiss.

Shenhe turned his head and saw the old man looking at him cautiously. He then turned slightly to reveal the car outside.

"See this truck? I need rice, noodles, tobacco, alcohol, sugar, tea, toilet paper, sanitary napkins, salt, seasonings, canned goods, sausages, instant noodles, mineral water, chocolate, and all other high-calorie supplies that can be stored."

There are also various hot pot and mala tang (spicy hot pot) bases. Could you help me fill the carriage? Whatever's left in the end is yours. Let's get started.

Shenhe's words left no room for negotiation, but to these people, they sounded like heavenly music.

The cars outside look big, and well, they are actually big!

But the convenience store and the surrounding restaurants had enough supplies to fill them to the brim, and they couldn't even take all the remaining supplies themselves.

Upon hearing this, the old man's eyebrows and eyes immediately relaxed, and he smiled broadly, nodding repeatedly and bowing with his hands clasped in greeting.

"Oh! Thank you so much, sir! Thank you so much, sir!"

He immediately turned around and shouted to the crowd that had gathered behind him, "Everyone heard me! Come on, everyone come and lend a hand to help the gentleman move the goods!"

"They're here! They're here!"

"Find boxes to move!"

The group of people, who had been frowning, instantly came to life, their faces once again beaming with smiles.

The men rushed to move beer, drinks, and bottled water, while the women packed up lightweight, boxed items like instant noodles. These items were square and neatly stacked in the refrigerated truck.

The lively atmosphere lessened the oppressive apocalyptic atmosphere considerably.

Looking at the bustling crowd, Shenhe turned to Tang Dashan and Zhang Ran and instructed them, "You two keep an eye on things here. I'll go check out a few other shops nearby."

"Alright, brother! You and your wife can rest assured!"

(Chapters 2 and 3 have been re-illustrated.)