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Chapter 611 - 162 Sun Neng: You’re Really a Dog That Can’t Be Fed Enough_6

Chapter 611: Chapter 162 Sun Neng: You’re Really a Dog That Can’t Be Fed Enough_6

He returned to the shelter.

In the center was a large flat complex, flanked on both sides by many tents—all temporarily erected for the survivors to live in.

Don’t be fooled by the area, which seemed to be only a few thousand square feet, but it housed sixty to seventy survivors.

A burly man pushed his way into the flat complex; inside, a crowd had already gathered. The faces of these survivors were etched with hardship, and a few even bore a crueler countenance. To have survived this apocalypse, one needed more than a bit of skill.

As soon as the burly man entered, he threw his sunglasses on the table, "Damn, not much to find, only a few boxes of instant noodles and a few buckets of purified water."

They didn’t go collecting in the city; it was too dangerous, teeming with zombies, so they targeted the scattered places with houses.

Everyone looked at the burly man, dissatisfied with such meager loot. If things continued this way, they would have to venture into the city next.

But was the city a place even possible for people to go?

It was practically hell.

The zombies they encountered weren’t counted in single digits.

But in thousands, and being surrounded by such a horde meant there was no possibility of escape.

The burly man said, "What are you looking at?"

"This..."

Someone lifted an album in their hand.

The burly man walked over, scowling as he looked at the album, "Zombie Album? Where did this come from?"

The crowd’s eyes shifted toward a child in the corner.

The child was covered in dirt, his hair a tangled mess resembling a bird’s nest.

The burly man grabbed the child, "Where did this come from?"

The child replied, "I found it while picking up trash outside."

The burly man tossed the child onto the ground and then said, "Let’s set aside the zombies documented in here for a moment. What’s this ’Sunshine Shelter’ crap? Is there really such a place?"

"Yes, it must exist; otherwise, it wouldn’t be noted here. Some folks here have already glanced through this album and seem restless, thinking about heading there. What do you think we should do?"

"Heh, without vehicles, who could possibly get there? The journey’s far. Not to mention, without vehicles, it’s suicide, and even with them, we might not make it," the burly man said nonchalantly, yet he firmly etched the name ’Sunshine Shelter’ in his mind.

"That’s true, so I’m not the least bit worried."

"Any women? Damn near suffocated on this last trip out."

"Aren’t they all outside? You’ve seen them, haven’t you?"

"Damn, they’re like stinky salted fish."

"There’s water, isn’t there? Just wash them up."

"Tch... Water is damn hard to come by these days. It’s hard enough to get this much; I haven’t bathed in half a month. How could they possibly have a turn?"

Their quarters were safe but lacked everything: no water, no electricity. The only abundant resource was gasoline, but could gasoline be drunk as water?

Outside.

The child who had just been thrown out returned to his own tent.

His name was Jin Qiu.

Before the apocalypse, he had a happy family, parents who loved him deeply. They were just out on a car trip, but then his parents both died, and he was the only one who escaped.

Later, he ran to this place and stayed here.

Here, no one cared for him; no one loved him. He had to scavenge for everything on his own.

He had gone hungry, and he often thought of his mom and dad.

But he knew that all those things were gone now, and he had only himself to rely on to make an effort.

At this time, in his tent, there lay a woman, a sister whom he had found while scavenging outside. When he came across this auntie, she was covered in blood, looking terrifying. He thought she was dead and wanted to search the body to see if there were any valuable items.

But who could have expected that this auntie would suddenly grab his arm?

It scared him a lot.

Afterward, he brought her back. The entry was a dog hole that had already existed before, unknown to anyone else but him.

He dared not tell other people about the auntie’s arrival.

Because he knew the people here were very scary.

Especially the strong man who had just thrown him out would do terrible things to various aunties. This auntie was so pretty, if they found out, it would definitely be awful for her.

So he hid her secretly in his tent.

Looking at the auntie’s cracked lips, Jin Qiu scraped the ground, digging out a buried mineral water bottle with half of its water left, which he had found outside.

Although he did not know how long it had been there, he knew that having water to drink was good enough; nothing else mattered.

Moreover, he did not dare tell others about the water for fear it would be taken by force. Being a kid, he couldn’t fight anyone off. Last time, to protect the instant noodles he had found, he was harshly beaten, and even now, his cheeks felt a bit sore when thinking about it.

He carefully twisted off the bottle cap, filled the cap with water, and slowly pried open the auntie’s mouth to pour the water in.

"Auntie, have some water."

Seeing that the auntie’s lips were still very dry.

He looked at the mineral water, bit his lip, and poured another capful for the auntie to drink.

"Auntie, I don’t have much water left, I’ll give you one more cup."

Pour a cup, drink up.

"Okay, the last cup then; water is precious."

"Auntie, can your lips not be so dry?"

He poured several cups until the water in the mineral water bottle had decreased by half.

Then he poured a cup for himself, licked his lips with satisfaction, tightened the bottle cap again, looked at the remaining water, felt a bit distressed, but did not regret it.

In the past, his mother always taught him not to waste water, saying it was very precious, but he always thought there was plenty of water until now, realizing how precious it really was.

And food—he really wanted to have a meal cooked by his mother, with not a bit wasted, only he knew that this dream was never going to come true.

Then, he buried the mineral water bottle in the ground again.

Waiting to drink it the next time he was thirsty.

This was life-saving stuff; drink a bit less, and there’s a bit less left.

He covered the auntie’s body with some items, then pulled apart the tent flap, making sure there was no one around, and crawled out through the dog hole at another corner of the tent.

He had to go find something to eat.

He knew well that many people liked to go on road trips in the past, tossing uneaten food carelessly by the roadside, food nobody cared about at the time.

Until now, when everyone knew the value of things.

That’s exactly why he could scavenge for food from the trash, stay full, and keep on surviving until now.

As he left.

The covered woman’s fingers twitched slightly.

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