Chapter 24 We Must Save Ourselves
Ta Xue looked at the commotion outside the window and her fur stood on end, making a hissing sound.
Meng Shiwan made sure the driver's side door was locked, then carried Taxue back into the RV.
Since things have come to this, let's eat half a durian to calm our nerves.
Eating durian all the time is so boring, let's turn on the monitor and watch a funny variety show.
If you fall down, lie down there and take a nap first.
Anyway, zombies can't get into the RV.
Ta Xue sat on the sofa, looked at the hideous zombies outside, and then at its human servant eating excrement next to it. It sighed heavily.
Life is truly tough, even a cat can't help but sigh.
After the RV came to a stop, the engine shut off, the noise ceased, and the zombies that had gathered lost their target, crowding around in a daze.
They didn't leave; they remained blocking the RV completely.
Meng Shiwan reached out and pulled the window shut a crack, letting out the aroma of fresh flesh and blood, which excited the zombies that had been circling around.
The zombies around the RV tried to climb up, but the outer walls were too smooth, and all that could be heard was the screeching sound of their fingernails scratching against the metal plates.
The zombies in the distance crowded together, their heads one after another, making impatient, shouting noises.
Meng Shiwan turned up the TV volume to mask the noise from outside.
The commotion caused by the zombie horde caught the attention of the survivors in the farmers' market.
On the sixth floor of a building, a man quietly poked his head out to observe the situation, then quietly withdrew.
Du Zitao slumped to the ground and whispered, "The zombie horde is all rushing towards the road. I wonder what's happening over there."
The other people in the room were filled with fear, tiptoeing around and not daring to make a sound.
His mother said, "I think I just heard the sound of a car driving by. Why would anyone come at this hour?"
His wife frowned. "I saw online that a rescue team has been formed and is working hard to rescue survivors. Could it be that the rescue team has arrived?"
Mr. Du lit a cigarette. “Given our situation, even if the rescue team comes, they might all perish here. It’s tough.”
Before the zombie outbreak, a market was organized here, and even a theatrical troupe was invited.
It just so happens that the wheat harvest has just ended, and the busy farming season is over. Many farmers from the suburbs come here to buy farm tools, machine parts, seeds, and the like.
In addition, the market attracts a large number of visitors every day.
People came to the market one after another, and you could easily bump into someone or be bumped into by someone if you weren't careful while walking on the street.
Their family ran a farm tool shop on the first floor, and Mr. Du was thinking that they would definitely make a lot of money while business was booming at the market.
No one expected that a zombie outbreak would occur.
That day, Du Zitao and his wife were on vacation and came back to join the fun at the market.
Du's mother prepared meals at home, while Du's father was the only one watching the shop downstairs.
At noon, a customer who was selecting farm tools in the shop suddenly stiffened, twisted his head, and lunged at him with a snarling grin.
Mr. Du thought the other person had rabies and was so frightened that he ran upstairs without thinking.
Just as he was about to call security to come and check, Du Zitao ran downstairs, his face full of horror, "Dad, come home quickly, hurry!"
Without a second thought, Mr. Du followed his son home.
As soon as he entered the house, Du Zitao locked the door behind him and blocked the entrance with a cabinet, panting heavily.
Mr. Du was still muttering, "A customer in the store had a rabies attack. I need to call security to check on him. I don't want anyone stealing my things while I'm not here."
His daughter-in-law said in a trembling voice, "Dad, it's not rabies, look outside."
Mr. Du frowned, puzzled as to why the others all looked like they had seen a ghost.
He went to the window and looked down, and saw a scene he would never forget for the rest of his life.
The streets downstairs were packed with people, like a hunting ground.
He watched helplessly as the child bit the mother's hand. The woman quickly turned her head and lunged at the person next to her, tearing a chunk of flesh from their arm.
The bitten man screamed in terror, but soon fell silent and opened his mouth to bite others around him.
Everyone was screaming and running, but it was too crowded and there was no way to escape.
A tall, muscular man pinned a petite woman to the ground and began biting her.
Several irrational people held a person down and gnawed at him until he was a bloody mess.
He saw a child whose face had been bitten off by a woman, who then chewed and swallowed the flesh.
The entire street was filled with screams and bloodshed.
Mr. Du was speechless for a long time. "What... what happened?"
Du Zitao said in a hoarse voice, "It's zombies. I always thought zombies only existed in novels. It turns out there really is a zombie outbreak."
Half an hour later, the street gradually quieted down.
Those who could hide hid, while those with nowhere to hide became zombies wandering the streets.
They were lucky; the whole family survived.
Du's mother prayed, "I hope the rescue team comes and they can get us out of here. It's too scary here."
Inside the RV, Meng Shiwan finished eating and drinking, moved the monitor aside, and looked out the window at the scene outside the front of the vehicle through the opening.
The zombies continued to crowd this way; the road was filled with nothing but cars and zombies, with not a single gap to be found.
She now has to find a way to save herself.
If we wait for the rescue team, we don't know how long we'll have to wait.
It might take a month or two?
She can't wait.
The RV was indeed stocked with a lot of food, enough for her to eat for several years.
If we use water sparingly, we can drink it for several months without any problem.
The problem is that the fuel tank is not expanded, and the fuel capacity is too small.
The weather will get hotter day by day, and in less than half a month, the temperature will rise to a level that is unbearable for humans.
If the air conditioning isn't turned on, the inside of a motorhome will definitely feel like a sauna.
However, if the air conditioning is on and running 24 hours a day, the solar power generated on the roof of the car will definitely not be able to supply enough power.
A gasoline generator is needed to supply electricity, but the gasoline tank is not large, and the amount of fuel inside will not last more than a few days.
Now her only option is to fight her way out.
There were at least a thousand zombies surrounding her, making it impossible for the RV to move, let alone kill them one by one.
How to break out of here has become the primary issue.
If someone else were in this situation, they would surely panic and be at a loss.
But who is she?
She is Meng Shiwan, who traveled back from three years after the apocalypse.
"Xiao Zhi, turn on the air conditioner and set the temperature to ten degrees."
"Yes, master, the air conditioner is on."
Above the cabinet, next to the range hood, the air conditioner fan blades were turned on, and cold air blew out, causing the temperature inside the RV to drop rapidly.
Meng Shiwan closed the windows and checked the interior of the RV to make sure all the windows were tightly closed.
She took out a large metal can, about the size of a laundry detergent bottle, from the back corner of the car; it contained gasoline.
This was a gift from the car manufacturer; it had been sitting in a corner for so long that she had almost forgotten about it.
He then pulled a lighter out of a gap in the shoe cabinet, took the remote control, and went upstairs.
Ta Xue stared at her busy work with her round eyes, wondering what she was doing.
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