Chapter 1352 Two Months

On a dark rainy night, the rainwater formed a line and fell on the eaves.

The rainwater on the eaves fell down.

It hit a broken plastic box on the ground, making a clicking sound.

Trade Market, South District, Building 6, Room 12.

This room is in the center of Building 6. The houses built for survivors on the trading market side are basically rectangular in shape.

Each individual room is connected by a corridor that runs from front to back, somewhat similar to a sleeper train before the end of the world.

The only difference is that the size of each room is much larger than that of a train sleeper.

Near the corner of Room 12, a couple was eating food together.

"Sisi, let me tell you, I was scared to death just now. Have you ever seen a zombie that can climb walls?"

The girl was skinny and looked haggard. She was stunned when she heard the man's words, but immediately responded, "A zombie that can climb walls?"

"Yes, because this zombie also alarmed the big shots in Oil City. Minister Li from Oil City even came, and I saw him."

When the man saw Lin Sisi holding a small piece of tortilla, she raised her head and looked at him while speaking, her eyes matching her expression of surprise, "Wow, so awesome!"

There seemed to be little stars in his eyes.

Seeing her expression, the man inexplicably remembered the time when they started an e-commerce business together before the end of the world. At the beginning, everything was difficult, but Sisi always looked at him with admiration.

When encountering various problems such as product selection, promotion, testing, delivery, etc., Sisi always believed in himself and believed that he would be able to solve them.

Although I don’t know where she got the confidence to believe in herself so much, Happy’s confidence comes from her belief.

No matter how difficult it is, as long as I see her, I will have the motivation and courage to persevere.

This is true even at the end of the world.

In the past few years, they have stayed together and have never been separated. They have encountered countless desperate situations on the verge of death, but they still supported each other and came through.

"You eat too little. Your body can't bear it if you keep going like this. Come on, I'll give you some more." Happy felt a little sorry for Lin Sisi.

But he still didn't take out a new tortilla from the bag. Instead, he tore half of the tortilla in his hand and stuffed it into Lin Sisi's hand.

"I do not want."

Lin Sisi pursed her lips stubbornly and pushed back the tortilla that Happy had stuffed.

"You risked your life by going up the wall to stop the zombies, which consumed a lot of energy. If you didn't get food supplements, how dangerous it would be to face the zombies. Now I'm just a drag on you."

"Don't think so. Didn't you always take care of me when I was sick? If you hadn't taken care of me, I would have died long ago."

When Lin Sisi heard the word death, she quickly sighed.

"Don't say such things, Brother Happy, just eat, I've had enough."

Happy looked at Lin Sisi, and a warm current surged through his heart. He really fell in love with this woman.

He knew that each of them could pay with their lives for the other.

There is no oath of love or sweet words, but when they encounter difficulties or crises, they all know that he or she will be there.

A middle-aged man next to him saw the couple Happy and Lin Sisi, and a look of reminiscence flashed in his eyes.

Once upon a time, he also had a wife who lived and died together like this, but it was a pity that

Love can make people strong, accompany each other, and protect each other.

Of course, there are some people in this room who can't stand this couple, but because this Happy is tall and strong, and looks like he's not to be trifled with, these people who look at their food greedily don't dare to cause trouble. .

Moreover, in the trading market, they all know the regulations here: no conflicts and fights are allowed in the trading market.

Once this happens and someone rings the alarm bell, and the patrol officers intervene, they will die.

A few days ago, a volunteer who came down from the wall with food was robbed by people in the same room.

It took the volunteer less than six minutes in total from ringing the alarm bell, to the arrival of the patrol, to the execution of the snatcher.

Time flies by, it’s mid-July.

It has been two months since the thunderstorm disaster broke out.

Wuyi Mountain, on the top of a certain mountain.

The fences are messy and the wind is blowing.

Only a mess was left.

And in the center of the mountain top, there is a small house surrounded by a fence.

The blood in the room had dried, leaving some bone fragments and hair.

The family of four who lived here in seclusion before the end of the world experienced countless natural disasters, and they even had a hard time surviving the last foggy natural disaster.

Everyone died in this thunderstorm disaster.

Fences were torn apart and the furniture in the house was a mess.

Several zombies passed through the woods outside.

The altitude here is high, and there is some light white mist lingering in the rain.

There is no trace or breath of human beings, only the sound of heavy rain hitting leaves or stone houses.

In this thunderstorm disaster, too many survivors died.

They had to deal with an initial lightning and thunderstorm, followed by a storm, followed by heavy rain that lasted for more than a month.

You also have to face terrifying zombies.

Not only that, they also face a food crisis.

too difficult.

Fujian Province, Lanxi suburb.

Before the end of the world, many doomsday survival bunkers were built here.

Sold at high prices to the rich.

The survivors in these bunkers,

Except for the fact that they led away a large number of radioactive zombies when they approached the bunker, they have never left the bunker.

Survived until now.

A bunker.

The lights were dim, and only a weak light was on in the huge hall.

There was a square table in the middle, with four people sitting in the east, south, west and north.

A couple, a boy and a girl.

The plates were made of bone china, which was very expensive before the end of the world and was very delicate.

The chopsticks and spoons were made of silver.

It looked high-end and classy.

However,

the food on the plates was pitifully small.

There was only a lump of yellow paste on each person's plate, about the size of a wrist, which could be eaten in one bite by a person with a big mouth.

After Song Tianyi gave everyone a spoonful, he picked up the can and used the spoon to push it in a little bit, click, click.

Song Juanjuan and Song Yile both looked at the can in their father's hand eagerly, hoping that they could get some more.

Song Tianyi emptied the can clean, but he only emptied a small spoonful.

He looked at his children and gave each of them half.

"Eat!"

They picked up the delicate spoon, scooped a little bit of the yellow paste in the exquisite bone china, and put it into their mouths.

It was not delicious.

After all, it was just soybeans that had been stored for many years, and the taste was bland and tasteless.

But they still ate it with relish, and every bite seemed to be very cherished.

Song Yile quickly finished the soybeans, looked at the can on the table, hesitated for a moment and asked: "Do you still want this?"

Song Tianyi sighed and said: "You take it."

Song Yile immediately picked up the empty can, ran to the water dispenser, got some water and stirred it, mixed the remaining soybean juice inside, and drank it in one gulp.

His wife felt a little distressed when she saw her son like this.

She shouted to Song Yile: "Yile, come here, I'll give you mine."

Song Yile put down the clean can and walked to the dining table.

Looking at the food on his mother's plate, he licked his lips and resisted the temptation to refuse.

"No, Mom, you eat it. You eat less than us."

After saying that, he ran to the room.

He was afraid of staying here for too long. Watching them eat was really torture.

Such a little bit of soybeans was not enough to fill him up.

The wife saw her son running back to the room, looked at her husband and said, "We still have food. Why are you so harsh? Yile is still growing. How can he eat so little every day?"

Song Tianyi snorted coldly.

"It's good to have something to eat."

"It's been raining heavily outside. Do you know how long it will rain? Besides, even if it doesn't rain heavily, where can we get food?"

"You know Lao Zhao in bunker No. 24. He just doesn't control his food. He just wants to fill his stomach for a while. Now he runs out to beg people for food everywhere."

"Lao Zhao? How do you know this?"

"Lin Zhongzheng told me on the intercom."

Dong Dong Dong!

At this moment, there was a knock on the heavy iron door above the bunker.

Several people ignored the knocking sound. After all, zombies had passed by the bunker door before and hit the iron door.

Song Tianyi continued to eat the food on the plate.

Dong-dong-dong! Dong-dong-dong!

Very rhythmic.

This kind of rhythmic knocking sound could never be made by zombies.

It must be a person!

Squeeze!

Song Tianyi stepped back, got up from the stool, and quickly ran to the room to take out a pistol.

When he passed the hall, he whispered to his wife and daughter:

"Go back to the room, don't come out."

After that, he ran towards the entrance of the bunker.

Seeing this, his wife glanced at her daughter Song Juanjuan.

"You go to the room and watch your brother."

After she finished her instructions, she looked around, found a broom and followed her husband.

This bunker is underground, and you have to go through a long staircase corridor from underground to the ground.

Song Tianyi heard the footsteps behind him, turned his head and saw his wife following with a broom, but he didn't dissuade her.

They came to the entrance of the bunker together. There were two doors at the entrance of the bunker.

The outermost layer was a 20-centimeter-thick iron door with three locks.

The inner layer had a hole in the middle and bulletproof glass installed.

Originally, cameras were installed in the bunker, but after so many years in the end of the world, the cameras had been destroyed by various natural disasters.

After the cameras were destroyed, there were no new ones to replace them.

So now the situation outside cannot be seen without opening the door.

Across the two doors, Song Tianyi frowned, hesitated for a few seconds, and shouted to the outside:

"Who's outside?"

The knocking sound suddenly stopped.

Just when Song Tianyi wanted to open the inner door to go out and find out what was going on, a voice came from outside.

"Boss Song, it's me, Lao Zhao, Boss Song, open the door, I have something to talk to you about."

"Lao Zhao?" Song Tianyi and his wife looked at each other, and there was some curiosity in each other's eyes.

We just talked about Lao Zhao, and he came to the door now?

Song Tianyi narrowed his eyes and said to his wife:

"This old Zhao must be here to ask for food, so we can't open the door."

The wife nodded, clenched the broom in her hand, and looked outside the door with a vigilant look on her face.

Song Tianyi didn't intend to answer Lao Zhao, he just wanted to ignore him. After a long time, he could leave on his own.

Although for those of them in the bunker, when they purchased the bunker, the seller included some doomsday food.

But now it has been five years since the end of the world. Even though we had hoarded a lot of food at the beginning, it has been so long and everyone has not much food left.

Boom, boom, boom!

The knocking sound gradually grew louder.

"Boss Song, we have had tea together before and done business. Is it so difficult to meet now? I know you are inside, open the door!"

Dang, Dang, Dang!

Lao Zhao was obviously not knocking with his hands, it was the sound of the collision of iron tools.

"Will he break the door open? Should we..."

"don't want."

Song Tianyi did not wait for his wife to finish her words and flatly refused:

"That door is twenty centimeters thick. He can't even hit it with a car. Don't worry, he can't open it."

"Let's go down and let him knock here. When he gets tired of knocking for a while, he will leave naturally."

The wife nodded.

"Oh fine."

She held the broom and took two steps toward the steps below, only to find her husband still standing there.

"Aren't you going to come down with us?"

"I'll wait here and observe."

ah!

There was a sudden scream outside.

"Boss Song, open the door quickly, open the door quickly, there are zombies coming, open the door quickly and save me!"

"grass!"

The sound faded away.

I don’t know if Lao Zhao was bitten to death by zombies.

"Deserve it!"

Song Tianyi cursed disdainfully.

This old Zhao himself has no skills at all, and he has not made a good food plan.

I used to eat and drink a lot, but now I have no food and ask others for help. Isn’t that a joke?

Who has extra food for him these days?

The stupidest thing is that there is such a heavy rain, there are so many zombies outside, and the knocking on the door is so loud, if it doesn’t attract zombies, there will be ghosts.

Song Tianyi stayed behind the door for more than half an hour, and after hearing no movement outside, he felt relieved and walked underground.

After going underground, Song Tianyi didn't see his wife in the hall, but he saw the food storage door open and walked in.

"Our food consumption per meal has been reduced to one-fifth of the original. It cannot be reduced any more." The wife was counting the number of cans in the warehouse. When she heard the footsteps behind her, she knew that her husband had come down.

"According to the current amount of food, how much longer can we eat?" Song Tianyi asked with a frown.

Now, a family of four eats three cans a day.

One meal at a time, four people shared a can, and no one was full.

"There are still 68 cans left, so we can just hold on for more than two months." The wife looked at the cans on the cabinet with a solemn look in her eyes.

Two months later, I don’t know if the thunderstorm disaster will pass in two months.

I was used to staying in the bunker and was a little afraid of the outside world.

Even because I have lived underground for a long time, when there are no natural disasters, I am a little afraid of light when I go out, and my eyes are extremely uncomfortable.

It was as if they had been nestled in a turtle shell, accustomed to the safety of the bunker. Suddenly they had to face the cruel apocalypse outside, which was difficult to accept mentally and physically.

But now the food problem has reached a critical juncture. If they don't go out to look for new opportunities, their family of four will starve to death in the bunker.

"Let's wait and finish eating all these things first. By then, no matter whether the natural disaster is over or not, we will go out."

If you don't go out, you will starve to death.

Of course, maybe we can pay attention to Lao Ding next door.

With only two people, Lao Ding must consume less food than his family of four.

Song Tian thought about it and felt that this method was feasible and the most reliable.

However, how to get Lao Ding to give him food requires a good trap.

You can't just knock on the door and ask for it like Lao Zhao did. That will definitely make people more vigilant and they will never open the door.

Therefore, the most important thing is to make Old Ding feel that he is not short of food and let himself enter his bunker.

How do I get Old Ding to let me into his bunker, or how do I get Old Ding to come over to my side?

We have reached this juncture, and morality is not important anymore.

Being able to survive is the most important thing.

How to do it

Song Tianyi fell into deep thought.

(asking for monthly ticket)

[I’m stuck today, so I’ll just update one chapter. I’m going to think about the plot tonight, and think about writing it better... Woo hoo hoo, if I can write it, I’ll definitely write it fiercely. After all, it’s to make money. 】

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