Chapter 165 Dawn Will Never Come
The superhumans were all very sharp-eyed and quick-witted. Even though Ling Ran and his group's car hadn't arrived at their destination yet, the people living in the two-story building had already spotted them.
Several people were standing on the second-floor balcony, and they could see the car headlights without even looking very closely.
Gu Zijing ignored the group of people. Although the two-story building was occupied, the clothing store next to it was a place where she could stay for one night.
As the car passed by, the people inside the car upstairs glanced at it through the window, but no one said anything; they just silently sounded the alarm in their hearts.
In the apocalypse, humans are far more dangerous than zombies.
The car stopped at the clothing store next door.
There were still quite a few clothes left inside, but they were all on the ground, covered in footprints. The promotional paper had melted into the ground, and only a few pieces could be vaguely seen.
The store was big enough that everyone set up a cubicle for Ling Ran, separated it by a curtain, and then put out a bed and blankets.
All the clothes from the store were piled up in the storage room.
The roller shutter door made a piercing noise when it was pulled up. However, there was no worry about attracting zombies at this point, since most of them had already been crushed to death.
It's not convenient to cook here, so we took out all the still-warm dishes from the space. Uncle Chen also cut up the pre-meal fruit and placed it in front of Ling Ran.
The group of thirteen then ate a hot meal in the minus twenty-degree weather.
Because Ling Ran likes spicy food, Uncle Chen made a lot of spicy dishes. The aroma was quite strong, and even through the roller shutter door, people with superpowers could still smell it.
There were five people in the group, three men and two women.
The five of them couldn't help but swallow hard as they smelled the aroma.
Afraid of being overheard, the group spoke in extremely low voices. One of them, a very weathered-looking man who looked to be in his fifties, took out a crumpled cigarette, lit it, took a puff, and exhaled the cigarette with satisfaction: "Those people must be very powerful. You'd better not provoke them."
"How dare I provoke them? I just want to collect as many crystal cores as possible and return to the base as soon as possible to exchange them for points to buy medicine."
"Who isn't?"
All five were from the Star Base, and their superpowers were only at level one. They braved the possibility of strong winds and hail to collect crystal cores because someone they cared about was sick and needed medicine.
But medicine is already expensive, and because there are so many sick people, these medicines have been driven up to exorbitant prices.
The group's ability level was too low, so other ability users were unwilling to team up with them. That's why they formed a team. They all had the same goal: to collect crystal cores. If they could find other supplies, that would be even better.
As for the dangers outside, as long as they avoid crowded places like shopping malls and underground parking garages, there are very few zombies outside. As long as they are careful, they will be fine.
Their only dangers are natural disasters and human beings.
"It's too cold, go to sleep early. Three men are on night duty, who wants to go first?"
"I'll do it." The weathered man exhaled a smoke ring, his voice a little hoarse: "I'm getting old, I'm afraid I won't be able to stay up late."
"Okay, Uncle Li, you go first."
"Thanks."
Over there, Ling Ran and the others finished their meal. Because it was too cold, they didn't want to do anything, so they simply took out their beds and planned to go to bed early.
The men were on one side and the women on the other, and the beds were side by side. On such a cold day, it was actually warmer for everyone to squeeze together.
Several quilts were folded up, but Liu Xiuping had no special abilities, and even under the thick quilts, her hands and feet were still ice cold.
Zhou Hang, who was on night duty, sat half-reclined on the bed with his phone in hand, the screen dimmed, quietly reading a novel.
He used to think that it was a bit redundant for a big shot to hire two authors, but now he thinks it's really good.
It's great to have authors; there are so many books to read.
There was no moon outside tonight, and in this apocalyptic world without streetlights, it seemed even more pitch black, as if dawn would never break.
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