Apocalypse Shelter System

Chapter 13: Is There Really Still an Army?



Alex smiled faintly, pulling out several bottles of mineral water and some sausages from his bag. "There weren't many zombies in the hallway. I was lucky enough to run out and find a lot of water and food. Please open the door, I'm not injured."

After Terry confirmed again, he slowly opened the door and let Alex in. T/his chapter is updat/d by nv((1)biin.c/o/m

"It's so good you're still alive, Alex!" Myra was the first to rush up to welcome him, her large eyes brimming with tears. Alex could sense a hint of weakness and pain in her voice.

He noticed Myra had become thinner, her lips cracked from prolonged dehydration. "Thank you," Alex said flatly, handing her the mineral water and two sausages.

The others looked enviously at the food and water in Myra's hands, as if they wanted to rush over and snatch it away.

Myra was momentarily stunned, then bowed gratefully to Alex before struggling to open the bottle of water and drinking eagerly.

"I didn't expect you to have some skills, to come back alive. Hand over your food and water!" Digby commanded with a cold, sneering laugh. He was holding a wooden stick, probably taken from a mop handle. His posture with the stick might have looked impressive, but to Alex, it was laughable.

A few people, who always fawned over Digby, watched Alex intently, each holding bizarre makeshift weapons. There were javelins, brooms, stools, even a jump rope, and one girl was even holding a starting pistol.

Alex couldn't help but internally scoff at this. Against zombies, who feel no pain, these items were practically a joke.

"Alex, you've done well this time! You've made a significant contribution. Now, bring out the food for me. To save food, we haven't eaten anything for two days!" Terry patted Alex's shoulder and said with authority.

Two days without food? Alex could believe that for Myra and her group, but Terry seemed well-fed no matter how you looked at him.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Alex didn't pay attention to Terry and Digby. Instead, he looked around for the sturdy young man who had spoken up for him when the others had driven him out.

"Where's Zhang Hua?" Alex asked coldly.

The sturdy young man was named Zhang Hua, but Alex didn't see him among the crowd. "Zhang Hua? Hmph! A useless guy who eats a lot but can't do much. The day after you left, everyone sent him out to look for food. But he probably didn't have your luck," Digby sneered and said impatiently, "Bring out the food and water you found. Now, the food and water in the warehouse will be distributed by me and Teacher Terry."

Alex turned his head, his eyes cold as he looked at Digby and said with a mocking smile, "Why should I?"

Digby was momentarily stunned, his eyes filled with disbelief. He asked in astonishment, 'Are you talking to me? You're asking me why?"

Digby suddenly burst into laughter, "Because my uncle is a general in the Jiangcheng Military District! With zombies everywhere, the only ones who can save us are the military! When my uncle's troops have some free time, they'll definitely come to the school to rescue me! At that time, your life and death will depend on my word! So, why do you think I have the authority? If you want to survive, you'd better follow my arrangements obediently. Otherwise, I'll kick you out of here!"

"Yeah, that's right! It's the apocalypse now, and only the military has the ability to establish safe zones. As long as we wait for the military and the city government to set up safe zones, Digby's uncle will definitely come to rescue him. Once we hold out until the military comes to rescue us, we'll be safe!" one of Digby's followers chimed in.

"Oh? Is that so? It's been over two months since the apocalypse started, why hasn't Digby's uncle arrived yet? Are you all so sure that Digby's uncle is still alive?" Alex opened a bottle of drink and took a sip, sneering as he said, "Even if Digby's uncle is still alive, can you really be sure that he'll come to rescue him? Do you think you can actually hold out until then?"

Alex's words plunged everyone present into contemplation. The food in the warehouse could sustain them for only another two or three days at most, but what was even more critical was that there was very little water left. And now, these supplies were in the hands of Digby and Terry, who seemed reluctant to share them with everyone!

Two months had passed, and there was no sign of the military. In fact, they hadn't even heard the sounds of battle. People began to doubt whether Digby's claims were true.

Sensing the skepticism around him, Digby couldn't help but grow frustrated and yelled at Alex, "Quit your damn nonsense! Hand over the food and water from your backpack to me!" Digby brandished the wooden stick in his hand and threatened Alex, saying, "Everyone, believe in me. As long as we take Alex's food, we'll definitely be able to hold out until my uncle sends someone to rescue us!"