The only female among these four survivors looked outside with a bewildered gaze, fear of zombies was in her eyes, but the fear of starving to death also haunted her, leaving no choice but to venture out.
Some women at the ’Lucky’ did earn food through their bodies, but she couldn’t accept it, couldn’t take that step. She didn’t want to become an object of play, nor did she want to be one of those women who humbly kneel before men, letting them abuse her body without restraint.
"Look, there are no zombies around, but there are many of their corpses on the ground. I think there must have been a fierce battle here," the man driving said.
Everyone looked outside, where the sight of these rotting corpses had a profound impact on their psyche.
"Do you think the army has come to save us, that they killed these zombies?"
"It would be great if it was the army, but I doubt it... it’s probably not possible."
"Yeah, if it were the army, we would have been rescued by now, not stuck in this situation."
While the current situation made them bring up ’the army,’ they knew in their hearts that some things were just fantasies.
The only comfort for them was the absence of zombies nearby.
They had just left the ’Lucky’ not long ago when they were chased by zombies. Fortunately, by speeding up, they managed to shake off the ferocious undead. The mere thought of those terrifying zombie faces sent shivers down their spines.
"There are no zombies here now; can we go down and gather some supplies?"
Their minds became active with this thought—going out was all about obtaining supplies; only with supplies at the ’Lucky’ could they secure a foothold and eke out a decent existence.
Without supplies, survivors were worse off than dogs.
The driver cautiously honked the horn to see if any zombies were hiding in the surrounding shops. As the beeping sound echoed, they watched outside with a mix of nervousness and hope.
The quiet streets, with the wind blowing and swirling the trash around, seemed incredibly desolate no matter how one looked at it.
They quickly got out of the car and ran toward the nearby shops. Upon entering, they grabbed food from the shelves. Overcome by hunger, they tore open instant noodle packages, munching them dry and devouring them with relish as if they were the most delicious thing on earth—more delicious than they could have ever imagined.
If there were a bowl of rice now, even if it was tainted with feces, they wouldn’t give it a second thought before stuffing it into their mouths.
While chewing on food, they moved supplies back to the car.
There were still many supplies in the city, but those places were infested with zombies, with large numbers, making it extremely difficult or even impossible to retrieve supplies.
Moreover, there were those zombies that were different from the regular ones.
They had heard from the sole survivor who had escaped back from an outside supply run. He said he had managed to lure away the zombies, but there was a lead zombie that seemed smart.
It knew how to double back and ended up tearing the group of survivors to pieces.
Hearing this story filled them with dread. Were the zombies outside really so terrifying, so vigilant?
The sedan could no longer fit any more supplies.
They hurried back into the car with faces full of excitement and fervor.
"I can’t believe we really found supplies."
"Yes, I’m so moved I could cry. This place is simply a miracle."
"We can’t say anything; we can’t tell anyone. If others knew about such a safe place, they would strip it bare in an instant, and then we’d have no supplies left to find."
Everyone nodded their heads.
They all strongly agreed with this view.
The sedan drove on, they wanted to keep watching this area to see exactly what the situation was before turning around to leave and head back to the ’Lucky.’
Even though they had to give up half of the supplies when they got back to the ’Lucky,’ the half they could keep, if used sparingly, would be enough for them to survive for some time.
The sedan slowly came to a halt as they observed the situation outside; a metal barrier blocked the road ahead, preventing any departure.
"There’s a metal barrier blocking the way, is there a survivor’s shelter?"
"Do you remember some time ago, a guy with a sword came to the ’Lucky,’ he mentioned Sunshine District. We’re near Sunshine District right now."
"Look, there’s someone over there waving at us."
They saw a survivor on the second floor of a shop, waving at them.
They looked at each other, in such a situation, any survivor would be cautious, after all, who would be naive in these times? That would be a death wish.
Sometimes, there’s a certain expectation or curiosity in people’s hearts.
When Guan Hao saw the sedan driving by, he was overjoyed and waved frantically. He was on surveillance duty here, standing high to see far. If he spotted zombies running in their direction, in small numbers, he would drop an iron block on the zombies’ heads.
But in large numbers.
He would call his companions to hurry and hide in the shop, lock the door—the zombies were coming.
He wasn’t the only one on surveillance; someone else was watching another area.
To ensure the safety of all positions.
The sedan stopped in front of them. Three survivors got out, tilting their heads up, looking puzzled at each other.
"Hello, my name is Guan Hao, where do you come from?" Guan Hao asked them the basic questions, often a way to determine the other party’s real situation through conversation.