Just as Lin Fan was about to speak.
The car spewed exhaust and zoomed away in a trail of smoke.
"I still wanted to ask if you guys had settled the bill..." Lin Fan watched the departing van.
Then looked at the gas pump that had fallen to the ground, shook his head, and thought even if you don’t pay for the gas, you should at least put the gas pump back properly.
Lin Fan set the scattered gas pump in place and carried the bucket as he walked towards the district.
Encountering survivors was a good thing.
It just lacked trust.
That could be understood.
As the van rode along the road, ignoring the surrounding zombies, it quickly arrived under a bridge and stopped in front of an imposing iron beast.
Zhou Yang surveyed the surroundings.
Two men stepped out of the iron beast, Xu Zeyang and Wen Jie.
Zhou Yang, carrying a bucket full of gasoline, walked up to them.
"Here is the gasoline you asked for, and the crossbow we agreed on should be given to us now," Zhou Yang said. They had first spotted the iron beast and were amazed at first sight, thinking if they could acquire it, they would be invincible.
Thinking to themselves, they wondered if it was ownerless.
Who could have anticipated it belonged to someone?
For the female leaders, it was an act of helplessness. They wanted to refuel, but the gas station was teeming with terrifying zombies, and the current fuel supply was scarcely sufficient.
However, they still tried to ram through.
Sure enough, more and more zombies were attracted by the ramming.
The fuel was nearly depleted.
They had no choice but to escape in the vehicle.
She knew they were being watched by an unknown gang intent on seizing their vehicle; the situation was a crisis for them.
When a van passed by, their spirits immediately tensed.
But they quickly relaxed.
Because this group of survivors wasn’t that gang.
This group of survivors told them they ran out of fuel, and they could procure some, but it must be bartered. What could they offer in exchange? In the end, they chose Xu Zeyang’s crossbow.
Xu Zeyang and Wen Jie walked over. Wen Jie took the fuel bucket while Xu Zeyang held the crossbow and its specialized arrows, truly reluctant to part with them.
An essential item for the apocalypse, capable of handling zombies from a distance and pivotal in critical moments.
"Brother, we won’t go back on our word, just hope you take good care of it," Xu Zeyang reluctantly handed over the crossbow.
After all, this wasn’t something available everywhere.
Real crossbows were lethal and regulated; not sold just anywhere.
Zhou Yang said, "I like you guys, actually we could collaborate, form a team of survivors. Have you considered it?"
He really hoped they would join.
That iron beast was truly domineering; having such a vehicle in the apocalypse would ensure utmost safety.
Xu Zeyang replied, "No thanks, our boss decided to keep things as they are."
Zhou Yang looked genuinely regretful, "Okay, well, if that’s the case, I won’t insist. Oh, and if you run into a survivor with a sword on his back, be careful. That guy is no good, a real liar, though he may not even be alive, having been abandoned at the gas station, I think his chances of survival are pretty slim."
Xu Zeyang frowned, "Is it ’Frostmourne’?"
"Yes, that’s the one."
Instantly knowing who it was.
Wang Kai, managing materials, was amazed at the catch in the bucket and couldn’t help but admire how different their lives were from the apocalyptic life he envisioned.
In the movies he had watched, survivors in the apocalypse were miserable, desperately scavenging for food and constantly seeking safe havens.
Nothing like their situation.
Everything seemed too easy; they barely felt the pressures of apocalypse.
They had everything and even could dig fish ponds to raise fish in their living place, which seemed a bit excessive upon reflection.
Lin Fan smiled, "Indeed, Tide River is a good spot."
He poured the captured aquatic products into the pond, which was about two meters wide, three to four meters long, and about a meter deep. He dared not dig too deep, afraid the children might fall in and get hurt.
He threw some of the water grass caught from the Tide River into it, adding a simple decoration but quite effective.
"Xiaoqing, I’ll buy some snacks."
The quiet shop with snacks arranged on the shelves, all set up by Lin Fan, as the previous mess in the shop was overwhelming.
Choosing in front of the counter.
He picked some snacks for himself, thinking of buying some for Feifei, Tingting, and Zicheng as well.
"Xiaoqing, I’m heading out."
No response, always this quiet.
Arriving at room 603, just as he entered, he heard Mrs. Liang’s lecture. He didn’t interrupt but waited for a moment until Mrs. Liang stopped talking, then brought in the snacks for the children to share, Tingting and Zicheng were very happy.
Feifei was cautious, as if contemplating whether there might be an exam paper hidden under the food.
She was deeply traumatized by now, having a profound fear of Lin Fan. In her heart, Uncle Lin was the big boss of Sunshine District.
"Lin Fan, I need to tell you something, Zicheng is in sixth grade, but he has already learned what he should. Could you check the bookstore for some first-year junior high books?" Mrs. Liang asked.