I'm Hoarding for the Apocalypse

91 More Terrifying Than a Beast

Du Yue had been at the base all this while and had not seen such a scene for a long time. Standing here now, it was as if she was standing in a scene from her previous life. Before they could go in to check the situation, someone came out of one of the small buildings.

The man came out and stood at the door. He looked over, then ran back into the building while shouting. He came out again soon after. Behind him, there were others who ran out with him.

The group of people scrambled out while still shouting. No one could clearly hear what they were shouting, but they could see that they were all very frightened.

It did not take long for this group of people to run up to them. The leader of the base came forward to negotiate with them. The rest did not know what the two parties talked about, but then they saw someone holding a megaphone shouting at the group of people to return to the small building.

Du Yue and He Xing walked at the back of the group, slowly making their way toward the small building. As soon as Du Yue’s right foot stepped through the door, an unpleasant smell hit her face, causing her to frown subconsciously.

Although the smell was unpleasant, Du Yue did not stop walking. She had not smelled this for a long time in her current life, but she was very familiar with it in her previous life. She had lived in this kind of environment for a long time.

Even though her living conditions had improved, she could still tolerate such an environment. She did not say anything, but she heard a woman in front of her exclaim, “My God, what is this smell? How can it be so smelly? It can’t be that someone pooped in the room, right? This place is too dirty, I can’t take it!”

The woman’s voice was deliberately lowered. Du Yue did not know the person, and neither was she interested in finding out who she was. The person sent by the base to lead the team this time was Zuo Mingdong. He looked to be about 40 years old and had a very proper appearance.

After entering the wooden building, Zuo Mingdong asked his men to open the boxes they had brought. “Everyone, you must have been hungry for a long time. We brought food for you all. Let’s cook first!” The moment they heard that there was food, the people who were originally curled up in all corners, looking dejected, raised their heads and looked at Zuo Mingdong, who was standing in the middle of the crowd, with bright eyes.

There was no light in the room, only a fire, so it was a little dim. In this environment, these people’s eyes flickered with a faint green light. They looked like wolves lurking in the middle of the night. Du Yue’s brows furrowed slightly as she reached for the dagger at the back of her waist.

Others might not know this, but Du Yue did. People who had been starving for many days and had lost consciousness were even more terrifying than wild beasts when they went crazy.

Fortunately, the riot that Du Yue was worried about did not happen. There was a leader here, and he quickly arranged for people to go outside to retrieve clean snow to melt it into water so that they could cook. There were a few people who arranged for the snow to be boiled. After all, the water pipes were frozen, and the surface of the river was also covered in thick ice. The snow was the only source of water.

The food that Zuo Mingdong brought was essentially some instant noodles, dried vegetables, and a small amount of canned luncheon meat. The noodles were thrown into the pot and cooked directly. Then, they added some dried vegetables. They also cracked open a few cans of meat, chopped them up, and added them to the pot. They added some salt after that.

After the water started boiling, the noodles would be fully cooked after about 10 minutes. The noodles did not look appetizing, but the aroma that came out of the pot was actually quite alluring. To a starving person, this was the best meal.

The food that Zuo Mingdong brought was for the people sent by the base and the survivors. As for people like Du Yue and He Xing, who had come to complete the mission with them, they had to find a way to eat on their own.

The survivors who had been huddled in the corners had now formed a circle around the pot, waiting for someone to give them their food. Du Yue and He Xing found a corner near the door and sat down.

The door was open, so it would be cold. The survivors would avoid going there, which also meant that the area was rather clean. Du Yue put her backpack aside and took out a pack of compressed biscuits. Just as she was about to hand a packet to He Xing, she saw that He Xing was holding the same packet of compressed biscuits in both hands, about to hand it to her as well.

The two of them looked at each other and smiled, then began to silently gnaw on the biscuits in their hands. This was the first time Du Yue had eaten compressed biscuits since the apocalypse.

When she bought the biscuits, Du Yue had bought all the flavors and brands on the market. Now, she was eating a green onion-flavored one. The biscuits were crunchy, and the more she chewed, the more fragrant the biscuits became. They would not choke her when she swallowed.