Meng Shiwan struggled desperately in the apocalypse for three years. After death, she was reborn back to three hours before the apocalypse began.
Remembering the betrayal by her own family in...
Chapter 23 Surrounded by Zombie Horde
Meng Shiwan saw a man pushing two shopping carts filled to the brim with snacks.
She glanced at them and saw that they were all her favorite foods.
Packaged snail rice noodles, instant noodles, potato chips, French fries, chocolate, dried mango, mini soft drinks...
Meng Shiwan took it casually and pushed it away with her bright, fresh face.
The man saw the shopping cart in his hand and ran to Meng Shiwan's hand, leaving him stunned.
There's a saying, "daring to be angry but not daring to speak out." He didn't even dare to be angry; he even had to ask a fawning question.
"Sis, is that enough? You can have the snacks in this shopping cart too?"
Meng Shiwan waved her hand, indicating that she did not want to.
She placed the snacks next to the RV and went into the supermarket.
There were many supplies piled up in the open space of the supermarket, which they must have just brought back from outside.
Some timid women were busy sorting out supplies and categorizing them one by one.
When Meng Shiwan arrived at the seafood section, she saw several women carrying a stack of buckets and filling them with water.
When they saw her coming over, the men looked at her with some restraint and fear.
Meng Shiwan took the hose and stood a distance away from the bucket to wash the blood off her body.
A girl looked at her, then looked at her again, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Sister, why are you so amazing? You killed all the zombies in the mall."
They were afraid of Meng Shiwan, but they also admired her strength.
In this environment, being strong means being able to survive better.
Meng Shiwan glanced at them and said calmly, "If you want to live well, don't think of yourselves as women. Learn and practice what you need to learn, and hold yourselves to a higher standard than men. Only then will you have a chance to survive in this cannibalistic apocalypse. Being pretentious will only make you die faster."
The zombies outside have all been cleared out, but they are still hiding inside the supermarket, too afraid to go out and move supplies.
What else is this but being pretentious?
In the apocalypse, being sentimental won't earn you sympathy, only endless humiliation.
The girls were all stunned, not expecting that the ruthless and taciturn villain would say so much to them.
Meng Shiwan carried several buckets of mineral water back to the RV, took off her raincoat, and stuffed it into the storage cabinet next to the chassis.
Then they took out a small water pump and filled the two water tanks.
The snacks from the shopping cart were dumped onto the sofa, and the shopping cart itself was placed on the shelf at the back of the vehicle.
There's a large metal frame at the back of the vehicle, originally used for electric bicycles and the like, but now it's also quite useful for holding shopping carts.
She even loaded the handcart and planks next to her onto the board and tied them securely with rope.
Having these two small carts will make it much easier to move supplies to other places later.
Back in the RV, I checked the time and it was already past one in the afternoon.
Meng Shiwan poured some cat food for Taxue and prepared lunch for herself.
She was focused on finding another crystal core to expand the space for her potted plants, so she made a very simple lunch.
Adding eggs, sausages, and braised pig's feet to the boiled snail rice noodles creates a deluxe version that is incredibly fragrant and delicious.
I almost threw up from Ta Xue's stench.
Its pupils dilated as it stared at Meng Shiwan with a shocked and incredulous look.
It said that its owner liked to eat poop, and it even argued that it wasn't poop.
This stinks even worse than shit.
Seeing its expression, Meng Shiwan quickly clarified, "Don't look at me like that, I'm not eating poop."
Ta Xue blinked, clearly not believing it, still thinking her owner was making excuses.
Meng Shiwan took out a bottle of chilled cola from the refrigerator, opened half a durian, and started eating.
Ta Xue stood on the sofa and stuck her head out the window for some fresh air.
It stinks, it stinks terribly.
It felt like the car was getting marinated, and it had an urge to run away from home.
After finishing the meal, Meng Shiwan washed the pot and hung it back on the wall.
Seeing Ta Xue stick her head out of the window to get some fresh air, she found it hilarious.
Meng Shiwan pulled Ta Xue inside, closed the window, and said, "Xiao Zhi, turn on the air circulation."
"Yes, master, air circulation has been turned on."
Meng Shiwan closed all the windows and put away or secured anything that might fall off the table.
Holding the remaining half-bottle of Coke, I went through the hole behind the monitor to the driver's seat.
"Let's set off, through the snow."
Start the vehicle and slowly drive away from the mall.
Zhang Qiang, who had just returned from moving his belongings, saw that the pink RV parked at the entrance of the passageway had left.
He shouted immediately, "Sis, where are you going? Are you coming back? Sis..."
The only response he received was a cloud of car exhaust.
There weren't many cars on the road. When there were cars blocking the intersection while waiting at traffic lights, Meng Shiwan would simply accelerate and squeeze through, creating a path.
A motorhome that's immune to all harm is practically a road bully.
They crashed and shoved each other whenever they could, resulting in a very violent scene.
Ta Xue, lying on the center console, gripped everything she could hold onto, nearly throwing it away several times.
The zombies wandering the road heard the engine and stiffened as they chased after it.
Meng Shiwan was too lazy to deal with the scattered zombies, so she drove off and left them behind.
If you encounter someone who doesn't know their place, just crush them decisively.
Her destination was the farmers' market, which wasn't far away.
If the potted plantation eventually expands into a farm, it would be a good opportunity to stock up on seeds at the seed shop in the farmers' market.
Meng Shiwan found the location of the farmers' market on the map, but as she was about to arrive, she had a vague feeling that something was wrong.
There are too many cars parked on the roadside.
The sidewalk was lined with a dense array of electric bikes, while cars and tricycles lined the roadside.
The crowd was so dense that they almost stopped in the middle of the road.
"There's a market at the farmers' market!"
When she realized this, she immediately turned around and left.
Seed shops can be found anywhere, but if you happen to be in a farmers' market, it will definitely be overrun with zombies.
She wanted to find the crystal core, but she didn't want to fight the zombies.
However, it was too late.
The road ahead was blocked by traffic. There must have been some chaos when the zombie outbreak occurred. The zombies were parked haphazardly on the road, colliding with each other and completely blocking the way.
She could only turn back and turn around.
In that very short time, zombies poured out from all corners, gathering densely around the RV, numbering at least several hundred.
Meng Shiwan drove her RV back a few meters, ran over dozens of zombies, and then couldn't move any further.
RVs are immune to all damage, but their power is limited. They can't be pushed out like bulldozers when faced with hordes of zombies.
Even if you can run over zombies, the RV can easily lose its balance and overturn when facing a large number of zombies on uneven terrain.
That would be too dangerous.
Meng Shiwan parked the RV and looked up; the zombies were coming at the sound.
They crawled out of cars, squeezed out of shops, and ran from the streets, converging together in a dense, seamless crowd.
Those nearby were frantically pounding on the exterior walls and glass of the RV, baring their teeth, their eyes gray, looking quite terrifying.
At that moment, she felt a chill run down her spine. "It's over, it's over, I miscalculated."
Who would have thought that a farmers' market would become a bazaar?
Is it still such a bustling market?