Apocalypse Rebirth: 3000 million won at the beginning

On a dark rainy night, the raindrops formed lines and fell on the eaves.

The rain water from the eaves fell down.

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

Trading Mart, South District, Building 6, Room 12.

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

Each separate room is connected by an aisle running from front to back, somewhat similar to a sleeper berth on a pre-apocalyptic train.

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

In Room 12, near the corner, a couple was eating together.

"Sisi, I'm telling you, I was scared to death just now. Have you ever seen a zombie that can climb walls?"

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

"Yes, because this zombie has alarmed some important people in Oil City. Minister Li from Oil City has come, and I have seen him."

The man saw that Lin Sisi was just holding a small piece of corn tortilla, looking up at him and talking, his eyes cooperated with his surprise, "Wow, so amazing!"

There seemed to be little stars in his eyes.

Seeing her expression, the man inexplicably recalled 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, streaming, testing, delivery, etc., Sisi always believes in himself and believes that he can solve them.

Although I don’t know where she gets 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 will be true even at the end of the world.

Over the past few years, they have always stayed together and never separated. They have encountered countless near-death situations, but they still supported each other and got through it.

"You eat too little. Your body won't be able to take it if you continue like this. Come, I'll give you some more." Happy felt a little sorry for Lin Sisi.

But he 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 stuffed in her hand.

"You risked your life to climb the wall to block the zombies, which consumed a lot of energy. If you don't get food replenishment, it will be very dangerous to face the zombies. I am just a burden to you now."

"Don't think like that. When I was sick before, wasn't it you who took care of me without leaving me? If you hadn't taken care of me, I would have died a long time ago."

When Lin Sisi heard the word "death", she quickly made a "Pooh" sound.

"Don't say that, Happy brother, you eat, I've had enough."

Happy looked at Lin Sisi and felt a warm feeling in his heart. He really loved this woman.

He knew that they were willing to sacrifice their lives for each other.

There are no vows of love or sweet words, but when faced with difficulties or crises, they all know that he (she) will always be there.

A middle-aged man nearby 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 shared life and death with him.
Love can make people strong, accompany each other and protect each other.

Of course, there were some people in the room who disliked the couple, but since Happy was tall and strong and looked like someone who was not someone to be trifled with, those who were greedily eyeing their food did not dare to cause trouble.

Moreover, they all knew the rules in the trading market: no conflicts or fights were allowed in the trading market.

If this happens and someone rings the alarm, and the patrol intervenes, the person will die.

A few days ago, a volunteer came down from the wall and brought food, but was robbed by someone in the same room.

It took less than six minutes from the time the volunteer rang the alarm bell to the patrol arriving and the robber being executed.

Time flies, and it is mid-July.

Two months have passed since the thunderstorm disaster broke out.

Wuyi Mountain, on top of a mountain.

The fence was in disarray, swept away by the wind.

Only a mess was left.

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

There was dried blood in the room, with some bone fragments and hair remaining.

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

All were killed in this thunderstorm disaster.

The fence was torn up and the furniture in the house was in disarray.

Several zombies passed through the woods outside.

The altitude here is high, and there is a faint white mist lingering in the rain.

There were no traces or scents of human beings, only the sound of heavy rain hitting leaves or stone houses.

Too many survivors died in this thunderstorm disaster.

They had to face lightning and thunderstorms at the beginning, followed by windstorms, and then heavy rains that lasted for more than a month.

Also have to face the terrifying zombies.

Not only that, they also have to face a food crisis.

too difficult.

Lanxi suburb, Fujian Province.

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 time when a large number of nuclear radiation zombies approached and they led those nuclear radiation zombies away from the bunker, they have never left the bunker.

Survived till now.

A bunker.

The lights were dim, and there was only one faint light on in the huge hall.

There is 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 plate is made of bone china, which was very expensive before the end of the world and is very fine.

The chopsticks and spoon are both made of silver.

It looks high-end and classy.

but,

There was very little food on the plate.

On each person's plate, there was a lump of yellow paste, about the size of a wrist, which could be eaten in one bite by someone with a bigger mouth.

After Song Tianyi gave each person a spoonful, he picked up the can and used the spoon to dig into the can little by little, making a crackling sound.

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

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

After looking at his two children, he gave half to each of them.

"Have a meal!"

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

It's not delicious.

After all, these are just soybeans that have been stored for many years, and the taste is bland and tasteless.

But they still ate it with relish, seeming to cherish every bite.

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

Song Tianyi sighed and said, "You can take it."

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

The wife felt distressed when she saw her son like this.

He shouted to Song Yile, "Yile, come here, I'll give it to you."

Song Yile put down the cleanly rinsed cans and walked to the dining table.

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

"No, Mom, just eat it. You eat less than us anyway."

After saying that, he ran towards the room.

He was afraid to stay here too long; watching them eat would be torture.

Such a small amount of soybeans is not enough to fill him up. When his wife saw her son running back to the room, she looked at her husband and said, "We still have food, why are you being so harsh? Yile is still growing, how can he survive with just such a small amount every day?"

Song Tianyi snorted coldly.

"It would be nice to eat some."

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

"You know Old Zhao in Bunker 24. He just doesn't control his food intake. He only wants to fill his stomach temporarily. Now he's out here begging for food."

"Old Zhao? How do you know this?"

"Lin Zhongzheng told me this on the intercom."

dong dong dong!
Just at this moment, there was a knock on the heavy iron door above the bunker.

Several people ignored the knocking sounds. After all, there had been zombies passing by the entrance of the bunker and bumping into the iron door before.

Song Tianyi continued to eat the food on the plate.

Boom-boom-boom! Boom-boom-boom!

Very rhythmic.

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

It must be a person!
rub!
Song Tianyi stepped back, got up from the stool, quickly ran into the room and took out a pistol.

As he passed the hall, he whispered to his wife and daughter:
"Go back to your room and don't come out."

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

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

"Go to the room and watch over your brother."

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

This bunker is underground, and getting from underground to above ground requires walking through a long staircase corridor.

Song Tianyi heard footsteps behind him, turned around and saw his wife following him with a broom, but he did not try to stop her.

Together they came to the bunker entrance, which had two doors.

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

On the inner floor, a hole was dug in the middle and bulletproof glass was installed.

Originally, there were cameras installed in the bunker, but after a few years in the apocalypse, various natural disasters had destroyed the cameras.

After the camera was destroyed, there was no new one to replace it.

So the current situation outside cannot be seen at all unless the door is opened.

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

"Who's out there?"

The knocking suddenly stopped.

Just when Song Tianyi was about to open the door inside to find out what was going on, voices were heard outside.

"Boss Song, I'm Lao Zhao, Boss Song. Open the door. I have something I want to talk to you about."

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

We were just talking about Lao Zhao, and now he comes to my house?

Song Tianyi narrowed his eyes and said to his wife:

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

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

Song Tianyi did not intend to answer Lao Zhao. He just wanted to ignore him. After a long time, he would be able to leave on his own.

Although when those people in the bunker purchased the bunker, the seller gave them some doomsday food.

But it has been five years since the apocalypse. Even though a lot of food had been stockpiled in the beginning, it has been so long that everyone does not have much food left.

Boom boom boom!
The knocking noise gradually grew louder.

"Boss Song, we've had tea and done business together before, right? Is it so difficult to meet now? I know you're in there, open the door!"

Dangdang Dangdang!
It was obvious that Lao Zhao was not knocking with his hands; it was the sound of iron colliding.

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

"No."

Song Tianyi refused without waiting for his wife to finish her words:

"That door is 20 centimeters thick. He can't even drive his car into it and break it open. Don't worry, he can't break it open."

"Let's go down and let him knock here. He'll naturally leave after he gets tired after knocking for a while."

The wife nodded.

"Oh fine."

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

"Aren't you going down with me?"

"I'll wait here and observe."

Ah!
Suddenly there was a scream outside.

"Boss Song, open the door quickly, open the door! 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 with disdain.

Mr. Zhao had no idea what was going on and had not done a good job of planning his food.

You ate and drank lavishly before, and now you have no food and are asking others for help. Isn’t that a joke?
Who has extra food to give him these days?

The stupidest thing is, it was raining so hard, there were so many zombies outside, and the knocking on the door was so loud, it would be strange if it didn’t attract zombies.

Song Tianyi stayed behind the door for more than half an hour. After hearing no movement outside, he walked down to the basement with peace of mind.

After going down to the basement, Song Tianyi did not see his wife in the hall, but saw that the door where food was stored was open, so he walked in.

"The amount of food we use for each meal has been reduced to one-fifth of the original amount. It can't be reduced any more." The wife was counting the number of cans in the warehouse. When she heard footsteps behind her, she knew her husband was coming down.

"Based on the current food consumption, how long can we last?" Song Tianyi asked with a frown.

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

At one meal, four people shared one can of food, and no one was full.

"There are 68 cans left, which will only last for more than two months." The wife looked at the cans on the cabinet with a serious look in her eyes.

Two months, and I don’t know whether the thunderstorm disaster will be over in two months.

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

Even because they have lived underground for a long time, they are afraid of light when they go out when there is no natural disaster, and their eyes are extremely uncomfortable.

They were like they had been living in a turtle shell, accustomed to the safety of the bunker. It was difficult for them to suddenly face the cruel apocalypse outside, both mentally and physically.

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

"Let's just hold on for now and finish eating all these things. By then, no matter if the natural disaster is over or not, we will have to get out."

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

Of course, maybe we can focus our attention on Lao Ding next door.

There are only two people in the family, so the food they consume must be less than that of his family of four.

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

But how to get Lao Ding to give him food? This requires setting a trap.

You can't be like Lao Zhao and just knock on the door to ask for money. That will definitely make people alert and they will definitely not open the door.

Therefore, the most important thing is to make Lao Ding feel that he has enough food and let himself enter his bunker.

How can I get Lao Ding to let me into his bunker? Or, how can I get Lao Ding to come over to my side?
At this point, morality doesn't matter anymore.

Being able to survive is the most important thing.

How to do it?
Song Tianyi fell into deep thought.

(Ask for monthly ticket)

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