War zone of the three eastern provinces, Laoshan safety zone.
Lying on the top of the truck, several awakened people wearing labor protection uniforms glanced around the convoy absentmindedly.
At the front of the car, surrounded by a simple iron sheet, an old machine gun that looked like it was found in a museum was mounted on it.
Bullets were precious, and the awakened person responsible for guarding the machine gun wiped the white sword in his hand over and over again.
This is his only equipment.
"Gu--"
Their stomachs growled, and the people on guard made boring jokes, but the hunger in their stomachs always made them look at the bags of rice packed in the truck.
very hungry
Pots, pans, and anything else that could be used was loaded onto the truck. This made the inside of the truck look like a garbage dump.
The journey was smooth, and the zombies along the way had long been wiped out by the passing convoys. Large waves of dangerous corpses were also led away by dedicated personnel.
Once a person has nothing to do, the tantalizing feeling of hunger burrows around in the stomach like a poisonous snake, sometimes knotting up and making the person's eyes dizzy.
In the last days, even those who are awakened will often be hungry and full.
"The food we got this time is too little, and we don't know how much will be left after deducting the portion for replacing gasoline."
"If this continues, our gathering place may be dispersed."
An older man, an awakened person with a rag hanging around his neck, gave a wry smile and looked at his companions.
The gathering place he mentioned was a few tin houses built in the Laoshan Safety Zone.
There are too many survivors in the Eastern Third War Zone, so many that after the apocalypse, batch after batch of people died, but there are still more than 400 million people left.
With only two safe zones in the entire territory, there are more monks than meat, and everyone wants to take refuge in the safe zones.
The competition is fierce, and to enter the safe zone you need to pay a lot of supplies, or be strong enough.
Weak awakened people like them can only gather some ordinary people, set up a camp near the safe zone, and live a hard life.
"What can I do?"
"The nearby grain and oil stations and supermarkets have been searched by people for a long time. Damn it! Even the mice are starving to death!"
"I see that the grain tube is clean, just like the dick that Lao Wang has licked!"
“It’s pretty good if we can get three bags of rice!”
After taking a look at the rice bag, which had a corner torn and was slightly moldy, an awakened person with headphones on cursed secretly.
It has been more than half a year since the end of the world, and resources such as gasoline, food, and water have long been snatched away by all major forces.
People are like locusts passing by, greedily moving away everything they can see.
Except for the fact that there may be supplies left in the city center, anywhere else, if you really encounter a mouse, it will be considered a bonus.
Strength is king, the strong eat well and drink hot food, and live like a local emperor.
The weak are hungry and want to sell themselves, even if they want to look good.
If they hadn't been considered awakened, even though they were at a low level, they would have been hungry enough to lick the soles of others' shoes.
The few people looked at each other as they spoke, but saw deep helplessness in each other's eyes.
After the apocalypse, there are only three things we can talk about.
Make food, cook food, want to eat.
The sense of urgency for food is deeply engraved in everyone’s bones.
I heard that famine has begun in some places, and they are afraid to go to the city to search for supplies, and are even eating people.
Of course, they just heard about it, and instinctively, they didn't want to think about it.
"Okay, just say a few words."
The middle-aged man who was standing at the front of the car, after wiping his long knife, glared dissatisfied at the people complaining:
"We are still relatively strong and have some hope."
"What do you tell ordinary people like us to do?"
"At least we can occasionally complete the mission and kill a zombie. Those teams of ordinary people will die without knowing how they will die if they encounter a few more zombies!"
"As long as you can have porridge!"
Their expressions were rosy, and the people who were scolded did not talk back.
The middle-aged man who spoke was one of the strongest in their team, with a level as high as the first level.
It can be considered a good hand in a gathering place.
If the conditions for joining the safe zone were not too stringent and the cost of dragging a family along was too high, a middle-aged man with a knife might have slipped in.
"Squeak-squeak"
The simple stairs creaked.
In the silence, only a few twisting sounds of steel pipes were heard, coming from the connection between the trucks.
A young-looking girl with a dark face climbed up carefully holding a bowl of rice cereal.
"Brother Liang, Brother Wang, Brother Zhao"
“The food is ready”
Speaking softly, the girl held a big bowl and tried her best to maintain her balance and walked towards the few people on the roof of the car.
The headphone man sitting at the end was stunned when he saw this, and hurriedly took it, for fear of spilling the rice cereal.
Several people subconsciously took a sip of the aroma of rice cereal. After seeing a layer of vegetable leaves floating on it, their eyes suddenly lit up:
"Aunt Huang's craftsmanship is so good! She even added wild vegetables to make it fresh!"
Ignoring the hot rice cereal, several people gathered together to take a sip, and a satisfied smile suddenly appeared on their faces.
Although before the end of the world, this bowl of rice cereal was almost the same as pig food, but now, it is considered a rare delicacy.
Sitting cross-legged on the roof of the car, the girl drooled as she watched several people devouring their food, her face full of longing.
She is also very hungry
The hands holding her chin were red and chapped, and the joints were even swollen, but this did not make her feel any discomfort at all.
In this cruel world, those who are pampered will die long ago.
The cold wind blew and the team drove smoothly.
The girl was wearing a large military green coat, and her long oily hair was randomly tied into a ball.
There was an unhealthy dry redness on his dirty face.
A pair of dark and bright eyes added the only bright color to this appearance.
Judging from the facial features, they are not too good-looking. If the oil on his face is washed away, he can be considered pure and pleasant.
It's just that there always seems to be a touch of sadness hanging between his eyebrows.
It didn't take a few seconds for the middle-aged man to drink the last rice cereal in one gulp and then handed the bowl out.
The young man wearing headphones eagerly took the bowl and glanced regretfully at the bottom of the bowl, which was cleaner than the knife.
Damn it, can’t there be some leftover!?
Awakened people have three meals of rice cereal a day, and ordinary people have one meal. This is the rule of the team.
After sighing, the man with the earphone handed the bowl to the girl, and they started chatting again.
Just while chatting, I suddenly brought a girl with me.
"Why"
"Pity."
"I heard that she was also a talented student before the end of the world, and her family was very rich! Miss daughter! She can play piano and dance, and she can do everything!"
Looking at the girl climbing onto the roof of the car, the young man with a rag around his neck sighed:
"If Huang Xia were prettier, maybe someone in the safe zone would fall in love with her."
"Her sister won't have a fever and burn to death."
"It's really ridiculous to say that he used a lot of medicine before the apocalypse, but he can actually burn someone alive after the apocalypse!"
Atmosphere, sigh.
"Come on"
The middle-aged man holding a hammer rolled his eyes at him angrily and sneered:
"Have you been spotted by a big shot in the safe zone? Why don't you ask that little girl to do something better and become an awakened person or something?"
"People are pitiful to begin with. After the apocalypse, both parents have no bones left, and their only sister is also dead."
"You still want her to die now?"
After opening his mouth, the rag man stared back in displeasure:
"I didn't curse her!"
"Tell the truth! How many girls in the gathering place are begging for those big shots to take a fancy to them!? You can't even squeeze your head! Who the hell doesn't want to enter the safe zone!?"
