Chapter 1051 - 1036: Laying Low (Part 2)

Chapter 1051: Chapter 1036: Laying Low (Part 2)

Weapons are ready, we have shelter, and the sky is gradually turning dark.

Old Xu raised his brows and glanced at the sky. At this moment, the horizon resembled a sullen child, the once gray-white complexion gradually darkening, the thick blackness causing one’s mood to gray with it.

Soon, a thunderous roar exploded in the sky, followed by a bright silver streak tearing a gap in the veiled clouds.

"KUCHA!"

Thunder accompanied by lightning, wildly danced across the sky. Seeing such a scene, Old Xu hurriedly called the youngster indoors.

Perhaps Old Xu’s previous teachings had taken effect, as this time the young man surprisingly did not resist.

Upon hearing Old Xu’s call, he hung his head and obediently walked into the house.

Old Xu was quite surprised by this outcome, but in any case, the boy’s change was a good thing.

After entering the house, Old Xu quickly set up Lei Tong’s previous creation in a good position.

All they could do next was quietly wait for the uproar of nature.

"Drip, drip!"

The storm always arrives swiftly, almost the instant Old Xu and the others entered the house, droplets began to sporadically imprint on the ground above.

Subsequently, like a torrential downpour, the rain cascaded down.

"After such a long time, do you still plan to stay here?"

The gloomy weather easily aggravated restlessness, Hua Biao watched the downpour, his inner heat intensifying once more.

"Wait! I said, all we can do now is trust Old Xu and Lei Zi. The best rescue we can offer them is to hold our position! Hua Biao, don’t worry too much. If I’m not mistaken, Old Xu and the others should have already taken shelter in one of the rooms in the building. We should keep an eye on every window corner of the building, Old Xu and Lei Zi will surely try to communicate with us."

At this point, Hua Biao also understood the futility of a strong assault.

Given the number of zombies blocking from the opposite side, one, he had already missed the best entry timing. Two, if Old Xu and Lei Tong were still outside the building, they wouldn’t have survived at all.

"I hope what you’re saying is true, otherwise Tang and I won’t be done with you!!" Hua Biao glared angrily at Tang Xiaoquan, his tone harsh.

To this, Tang Xiaoquan felt quite helpless inside.

There’s no way around it, in these times ensuring the bigger picture often involves sacrificing some things.

Tang Xiaoquan couldn’t guarantee whether Old Xu and Lei Tong were still alive.

But he considered his decision faultless, and he believed Old Xu and Lei Tong would understand his "standing by seeing others perish."

If it turns out that Xu and Lei indeed meet their end because of this, Tang Xiaoquan is willing to atone with his life.

Time ticked by, whether it was the survivors waiting in the car or Old Xu and Lei Tong huddled on the 8th floor rooftop, for each of them, every second was an ordeal.

"Captain, what should we do next? Staying here isn’t a solution."

Lei Tong’s worries, how could Old Xu not know, but surrounded by zombies, they had no choice but to remain on guard, no other options available.

"Let’s take it like this for now, you’ve seen the situation below, we can’t move. Fortunately, this rain came just in time, if we use water sparingly we can manage for a few days. By the way, how much reserve do you have on you? Let’s take stock."

As he spoke, Old Xu began to search his pockets.

The so-called reserves were a policy Tang Xiaoquan and Wang Qiang had begun implementing at the onset of the apocalypse.

According to the Law of Survival, Tang Xiaoquan always brought along personal supplies for himself and Wang Qiang on early outings.

The purpose was to prepare for emergencies, even if separated, they would have food to get through critical moments.

Later, with the addition of Old Xu and others, more professional survival bags were born.

Each person took out their "survival bag," and its contents were quite rich—candles, needles and threads, pills, matches, and of course, primarily food.

As per Old Xu’s requirements, Wei Yang integrated nutritional elements to specifically equip outgoing personnel with enough personal supplies for a day.

These supplies weren’t many, but all were high-calorie foods, intended to replenish energy for outgoing team members while being easy to carry, not to burden their actions.

Two bars of chocolate, 100 grams of rice, half a compressed biscuit, and lastly the essential salt and small sweets to improve taste.

Two survival bags together didn’t amount to much supplies.

In usual times, it wouldn’t even be enough for one meal.

But now they were indeed the saving grace for Old Xu, Lei Tong, and others.

Old Xu calculated: "A bit frugal, and we can hold on for 4 or 5 days without any issues."

As a scout, enduring hunger was one of the essential training subjects.

Team members were often dropped into remote wilderness, ordered not to need supplies, and had to complete respective tasks under the chase and interception of other combat units in a designated time.

So for scouts like Old Xu and Lei Tong, enduring hunger wasn’t an uncommon thing.

Their stomachs were already like "iron and steel."

If it weren’t for considering the presence of a minor, Old Xu’s initial estimate might have extended further.

"Hopefully, after 5 days, those beasts will leave on their own!" Looking up at the sky, Old Xu sighed with resentment.

Although he said so, his heart was clear like a bright mirror.

As the saying goes, inviting a god is easy but sending it away is difficult; such a large number of zombies, wishing for them to leave on their own was easier said than done.

Unless there was a bigger commotion to attract them, just like the previous time when the school drew the zombies away.

But last time it happened at a rural school, in that isolated area, rarely visited by people. The unique geographical environment provided conditions for the survivors’ actions.

But now, Old Xu and Lei Tong were trapped in an abandoned city; to replicate such a method in this place, the result could only be to be fully surrounded by the swarming zombies.

The prospect was bleak, making Old Xu somewhat helpless.

It seemed even heaven felt Old Xu’s mood, the rain outside the cabin intensified, this expected storm showing no signs of stopping.

The wind whistled, mixed with rain continually battering the small damaged house.

The current temperature was below zero; despite Old Xu and the others wearing thick down jackets, they still couldn’t withstand the cold’s invasion.

"Captain, we can’t keep going on like this, from what I see, should I go down to check the situation, bringing up some supplies on the way?" Lei Tong suggested, deep in thought, pointing at the floor.

"Go down!?" Frowning slightly, Old Xu suddenly raised his head: "Right! We don’t need to huddle in this broken house."

There are so many apartments downstairs, any of them would be better than this room now.

Even if moving to another apartment doesn’t solve the problem, at least it’s more comfortable, and the supplies in the house would surely be richer than now.

And if they could find a house with relatively abundant resources, it could extend their stay.

In dragging this out, it might...

Like grabbing at the straw of life, Old Xu’s despondent spirit instantly brightened: "Hmm, you make sense, we can’t sit here waiting to die, we need to take the initiative and act."