Chapter 46: Chapter 45: Apocalypse Road Rage? Paused momentarily at Carriage No. 2.
The river crabs on Wan Xing’s chopping board had turned into the skull crusher in Butcher’s hand. At this moment, she was sawing the bone club from the skull crusher’s hand with an electric saw.
The buzzing sound splattered fine flesh and blood, and soon, a hammer fell off.
She put away the saw, lifted the blood-stained mask, and smiled at Su Huan.
But no matter how you look at it, her smile was creepy.
This girl’s art style seemed to be developing in a stranger and stranger direction.
However, this was the everyday life of scavengers. They had to deal with bizarre corpses daily—zombies, plants, Evolution Beasts, and perhaps Evolvers in the future.
There was no need to rush their career planning for now; neither had even reached Tier One.
Su Huan moved towards the corner where a silver motorcycle rested, like a crouching metallic beast.
It hadn’t been used since it was repaired.
Just in time, he planned to go out alone today, and this H2 was the perfect mode of transportation.
The supercharger’s roar mixed with the four-cylinder engine echoed in the carriage. The idling body trembled slightly, and Su Huan felt as if he’d forgotten something.
Forgot something?
He quickly checked, appearing to talk to himself.
"Carrying items: 1 Tier One Pan-energy Crystal, 3 Ordinary Pan-energy Crystals, Logbook"
"Mission objective: Retrieve firearms from the fire truck."
"Traveler: Su Huan."
Anything else?
No more.
Then it’s all okay.
He gave Wan Xing a thumbs-up. She then lowered the plank on the side of the tour carriage.
Accompanied by the slow descent of the hydraulic support, a silver beast roared out.
It raced past the bustling crowd, heading straight for the gap in the fence.
...
Huang Sea pushed up his glasses, rubbed the greasy sweat off his nose, and glanced at the triple-eye quartz watch on his left wrist. The date had already flipped to 21.
He had been pathetically surviving in this small supermarket for two weeks.
As a highly qualified talent, Huang Sea knew he was beyond saving.
Or, expecting someone to rescue him was impossible.
He curled up in a triangular zone made of toy shelves and adult diapers, wrapping himself in these soft things for some sense of security.
The tin can at the stairway suddenly clattered.
Huang Sea’s heart lurched.
"It’s the wind," murmured the young man hiding behind the cash register.
He was carving a mop stick with a utility knife, wood shavings falling like snowflakes onto the "Welcome" mat.
Besides them, there were two other men in the supermarket—shoppers who got trapped there since the apocalypse.
"If we keep this up, we’re going to die sooner or later." Huang Sea licked his cracked lips, tasting iron rust.
He took another sip of the bottled mineral water beside him.
Luckily, he hid in a supermarket; with the resources here, he still lived comfortably.
But it was like a dog trapped in a cage, unsure when the owner would return, watching day-night cycles, sliding toward despair.
The young man didn’t respond.
In those ten odd days, they’d talked about so many things, from hometowns and professions to life philosophy, the universe and even how they might die thoroughly.
In the end, they had nothing more to say.
Huang Sea looked toward the nailed window crack. A dandelion was swaying.
When he personally nailed the last plank over a dozen days ago, it was just a green shoot in the concrete crack. Now, its fluff had been dyed golden by sunlight.
He wanted to say something, but the boy suddenly raised the sharpened stick.
"Shh..."
A sticky, watery footstep sound came from downstairs.
Huang Sea gripped the fire axe beside him, glancing at the shelf where the gold foil chocolate trembled slightly, ribbon knotted amidst dust specks with a matte glow.
The young man shot him a look, ’That zombie’s back.’
Huang Sea retreated into the diapers. The second floor was barricaded with a metal door that the zombies couldn’t open.
"Bang—"