Apocalypse: After Being Reborn, I Stocked Up on All Supplies Chapter 51 - 51 Storm 2 (In PK, please follow and vote!)

Chapter 51: Chapter 51 Storm 2 (In PK, please follow and vote!)

Su Dai’s face grew worried the mont she heard him, reaching out to tug at his hand, “Husband…”

Sun Jingtao reached back and pinched her hand reassuredly,

“Baby, my body can still take it. You just wait for on the first floor for a while, and we’ll go ho together later.”

“Right, let’s all pitch in! We are all residents of the sa community, and at tis like this, we should unite and stand together!” Zhang Qiming also made an official appeal.

He had beco much more haggard recently, with an unkempt beard.

He had given most of the remaining supplies at ho, along with the governnt-issued supplies, to Zhang Qiqi.

However, he had a premonition that all the investnt and effort he put into Zhang Qiqi this month should pay off tonight.

At that thought, he felt a faint sense of excitent and impatience.

The two of them followed a few security guards to move sandbags.

A few other male residents from dium and low floors silently followed suit.

Liu Dahong, however, frowned and walked in silence at the back.

The majority of the remaining people quickly walked towards their respective unit doors.

The first group who entered didn’t get far before slling the strong, putrid stench of rotting corpses mingled with dried blood.

Outside was the incessant sound of rain, but inside, it was pitch black.

A few people accidentally tripped over a corpse that hadn’t been thrown away in ti.

“Thud!”

The instant their faces and hands collided with the dried corpse, the sharp stench of decay pierced their nostrils, while the eerie sensation of the skin sent shivers down their spines.

So even saw masses of maggots squirming out of the corpse’s eyes, mouth, nose, and ears.

“Yuck!”

“Damn it!!”

“Aaaaah!”

Soone stepped on a Blood Mosquito corpse.

“Squish!”

It was unclear whether it was the blood left inside the Blood Mosquito that sprayed out, or if the mosquito’s body had rotted into a puddle of yellow pus.

The fetid sll in the air grew stronger and stronger.

The panic among the people also intensified.

Screams, curses, and cries rose and fell in succession.

“Boom!”

After the piercing thunder, lightning streaked across the sky, casting stripes of white light through the windows.

Wall bloodstains, floor bloodstains, dried corpses, severed limbs, and faces twisted and deford by fear…

At first glance, it was like the set of an imrsive horror film.

Half an hour later, the residents of the lower floors finally returned ho in a state of panic and confusion.

Those who lived higher up were still slowly climbing.

They were all weak now, having to stop and catch their breath after climbing just a few floors.

Jiang Yan stood in front of her bedroom window, silently watching the outside.

Lights flickered weakly from so of the apartnt block windows.

But most of the windows were pitch black.

Possibly because there was no electricity or candles left at ho.

Or perhaps a family had failed to survive this natural disaster and disaster brought by humans, and they were all gone.

The rain continued to pour down harder and harder, and soon the height of the water had subrged the pool where corpses were burnt.

The slope leading to the underground parking lot of the community had been turned into a wide river by the converging water.

Waste, rubbish, and so corpses of Blood Mosquitoes soon floated to the surface.

At this rate, by midnight, it was estimated that half of the first floor would be subrged.

Just a half-hour ago, the owners of the first floor were excited about living close to the water, being the first to catch the moon, and could easily go out with basins and buckets to collect rainwater.

In the latter half-hour, they began to fall into the fear of their ho possibly being flooded and needing imdiate evacuation.

But this wasn’t Jiang Yan’s concern. She frowned for a while but then withdrew her gaze.

The room was pitch dark at the mont; no lights were on.

She recalled the mories from her past life.

The high temperatures lasted less than a month, aligning closely with what happened in her previous life.

And as for the heavy rain, from the conversations she overheard between Song Deming and Zhang Qiqi, it seed to last for over a month continuously.

If these natural disasters were just a repeat of her previous life, only having occurred a month earlier,

Then, there was another tough battle to face next.

Besides, behind these natural disasters were often secondary disasters to so extent.

And the severity of these secondary disasters was largely linked to the conditions of each city.

For example, when high temperatures struck globally, the people of Anming, who barely need air conditioning due to the year-round spring weather, were clearly less prepared compared to families in tropical and subtropical areas where air conditioning was a standard feature.

Even though the power outage later on made air conditioning and other appliances useless, clearly the latter had managed to secure better preparation ti for themselves.

Similarly, while heavy rains fell all over the world, cities with comprehensive subterranean pipeline construction and good drainage systems, or those situated at higher altitudes, fared much better than cities that were low-lying with outdated or absent drainage systems.

Anming obviously did not have the advantage in either respect.

The warm winters and year-round spring of Anming, much like a flower in a greenhouse, kept its citizens well-protected on ordinary days.

Everyone lived comfortably in such a pleasant climate.

But when these extre weathers hit, it was clear that coping would be much harder compared to those cities used to harsh climates.

Not to ntion extre cold weather and heavy snowfall.

The entire city could hardly muster a few snow plows.

And the coming heavy rains would test the city severely.

In her mory, the city’s drainage had always been a problem; even ordinary heavy rains could flood the streets.

Many joked about swimming to work, which indeed was often the reality.

Moreover, over the years, the city seed as though it was sitting on a thousand-year-old treasure hidden underground.

Constant digging and filling only exacerbated these secondary disasters when the heavy rains ca.

Although there were such problems, Jiang Yan still chose not to leave the city.

Compared to her, these issues were not really issues at all.

Rather than moving to a strange city, it was better to stay put in her familiar territory.Upd@te by n0vgo .c0

However, surviving alone in the apocalypse wasn’t just a matter of simply choosing to lay low for anyone, regardless of where they were.

But these were issues to be faced over ti.

For now, her priority was to get food and warmth sorted out.

She had been acting as an “observer” in secret all afternoon and hadn’t had ti for dinner yet.

“Achoo!” Jiang Yan sneezed reflexively.

She glanced at the thermoter; the temperature had dropped again.

In just an hour or two, the temperature had quickly fallen back to twenty-one or twenty-two degrees.

This temperature would actually feel comfortable.

But after becoming accustod to sixty or seventy degrees for a while, suddenly reverting to this temperature seed sowhat cold.

She got up, pulled the blackout curtains closed in the bedroom, and turned on a small night light.

Then, she took out her tablet and opened the surveillance footage.

She first checked the first floor.

The water had just begun to overflow the lowest step of the unit door, and so residents were already coming out dragging their suitcases.

Once the hallway lights went out due to the power outage, the caras switched to infrared shooting mode.

In the lens, those people turned and entered the pedestrian staircase.

They were most likely going to start knocking on doors of residences upstairs to ask for shelter.

She was on the 32nd floor; they wouldn’t reach her any ti soon.

Even if they did, she could just refuse to open the door.

But Jiang Yan guessed that so people might choose to take over empty apartnts.

After all, a quick look in the residents’ chat group would tell which rooms were definitely emptied of people.

She then checked the seventh floor where Zhang Qiqi lived.

It was empty.

The screen switched to the 32nd floor just as He Chuni’s gaunt, bitter gourd-like face appeared at her own doorstep.