Apocalyptic Reincarnation: Start with a 30-million Bonus

Chapter 1115: Chapter 710: Passing by Each Other

The setting sun shone into this house, the glass covered with a thick layer of dust, and the sunlight was not very clear.

The house was rather dim.

This was a small two-and-a-half-story residential building.

Xu Chengcai searched upstairs and downstairs and didn’t find any zombies.

So he breathed a sigh of relief and then closed the back door.

He took Xiao Yong to a room at the corner of the second floor, this room could see the position of the national road at any time, but due to the blockage of the houses in front, it was hard to see here from the road.

The original beige curtains were now black, and with a slight movement, a large patch of dust fell.

They found a wooden bed in this room, tidied it up a bit, and it was usable.

Meanwhile, Dongfeng and others had arrived at the entrance of Jingxiu Driving School, they looked at the open gate and felt a bit uneasy.

Normally, places with open gates like this have a high chance of some zombies hiding inside.

However, they didn’t retreat because of this, the group slowly entered the gate.

Dongfeng said to the ten or so adult men: ”Take up your weapons, let’s go in and explore, others wait outside.”

Those people didn’t hesitate, they put down their luggage, just holding a cold weapon, followed Dongfeng toward the house.

Uncle Wan and Tie Tou and the others waited near the gate.

Bang!

Dongfeng looked at the door outside the driving school hall and kicked it open.

Taking advantage of the remaining sunlight, they searched everywhere, found zombies, and killed them.

At the gate, Uncle Wan stood at the edge and looked at this rusty iron gate, shaking it left and right, making a creaking sound.

”Tie Tou, come over here,” Uncle Wan said to Tie Tou who was standing beside the luggage.

”Oh, coming,” Tie Tou heard Grandpa Wan calling him, and he quickly ran over.

”Come, help lift this iron gate, the clip on the top has come off,” Uncle Wan said to Tie Tou.

The two of them together lifted the right side of the iron gate upwards forcefully.

Clatter—

The iron circle clasped one of the clips.

After securing it, Uncle Wan tested the iron gate’s sturdiness, and when he couldn’t push it open after closing it, he nodded and found an iron wire nearby. If there were no problems inside, they could lock the gate later.

Ten minutes later.

Dongfeng brought over a dozen men, their spears still dripping some red-black liquid, clearly indicating they had just killed zombies.

”Not bad, not many zombies, just a few, all dealt with, let’s all go inside,” with the sun setting and only twilight remaining, Dongfeng waved to the group and said.

The group picked up their packs from the ground and headed toward the house.

Dongfeng then made some simple repairs to this iron gate with Uncle Wan, and piled some heavy objects behind the gate to resist any zombies that might come in the middle of the night.

After finishing all this, Dongfeng led two people to search the training ground of the driving school, which only had seven or eight cars.

The paint on these seven or eight cars had fallen off, revealing the steel frame inside, which was also rusty.

After searching, not a single car was usable.

Not even diesel or gasoline was found.

Inside the house, Uncle Wan and others also searched around the canteen and found nothing.

Actually, this place near Xin City has been searched more than once by many cooperative personnel with Big Camphor Tree Base, and anything useful inside has long been moved out.

Dongfeng and the others were not discouraged either, finding food in these broken houses was about as likely as winning the lottery.

Just get used to it.

The driving school at night was filled with a tense and oppressive atmosphere in the silent air.

Faint light poured through broken windows onto the floor, casting the room in a haze of shadows. Cracks and graffiti on the walls revealed the relentless ravages of time, seemingly merging with this zombie-apocalyptic world.

They did not spread out but chose a slightly larger room, where Dongfeng and more than twenty others hid closely.

They sat on chairs in the corners or curled up on bedding, drowsiness creeping in. Exhaustion and fear intertwined in their eyes, accustomed to such uneasy atmospheres.

Suddenly, an eerie howl came from outside, a zombie’s roar that instantly shattered the indoor quiet.

Dongfeng quickly opened his eyes and signaled a person beside him to check it out. That person silently stood up, holding a rusty hammer, cautiously approaching the door.

Outside the door, the moonlit national road was shrouded in dead silence.

From time to time, subtle movements came from the bushes as if some creatures were quietly approaching. The zombies’ howls gradually became more frequent and vicious, like a pack of hungry beasts surrounding this small refuge.

The people inside felt the approaching threat, their breathing becoming rapid and rhythmic, exchanging worried glances silently.

In the silence, there was a sense of unspoken fear, as if a crisis was about to erupt at any moment.

The air was filled with a sense of oppression, like an invisible gravity weighing down on everyone, leaving them breathless. They dared not make a sound, fearing to alarm those terrifying entities outside.