Apocalypse: After Being Reborn, I Stocked Up on All Supplies Chapter 54 - 54 Can Only Save Oneself

Chapter 54: Chapter 54 Can Only Save Oneself

Jiang Yan stood by the window for a while and, seeing that the number of people climbing over the wall was beginning to lessen, she set the telescope down.

She closed the blackout curtains again before picking up her pad to turn on the surveillance system.

Her surveillance caras were only on the 1st, 7th, 20th, 31st, and 32nd floors.

She switched to the feeds from the 20th and 7th floors, where the hallways were empty.

Nor did she hear any sounds of arguing or knocking at the doors, though she could hear the thunder rumbling outside the building.

Jiang Yan furrowed her brows.

With so many people from outside coming in, it should not have been so quiet.

Unless they had all uniformly settled into the hallways.

Though it didn’t concern her much, the organized and large-scale sneaking of people into the building would, after all, have so impact on Residence A’s overall living environnt.

And this impact would grow increasingly severe with the ongoing bad weather and the ensuing crises brought on by shortages of supplies.

The key was not knowing the identities of these people.

It seed it was ti to survey her own armory and select so handy weapons as a priority.

Better safe than sorry.

It was always better to be prepared.

As Jiang Yan thought these thoughts, Morpheus ca calling.

She yawned several tis, covering her mouth with her hand.

She got up and turned on the house’s intrusion defense system, setting it to 500-volt high voltage mode, before tiredly curling up in her warm, soft bed.

*

The next day.

When Jiang Yan awoke naturally, it was already nearly eleven in the morning.

It had been a long ti since she had relaxed like this.

On rainy days, sleeping in was indeed superb.

Of course, watching a series or having a hot pot was even more ideal.

The sky had flashed with lightning all night, but the excellent soundproofing of her house, which was also impervious to damage, had prevented any significant disruption to her sleep.

She got out of bed leisurely, drew back the curtains, and glanced out the window.

It was already noon, yet the sky was still a dreary grey.

The torrential rain continued to fall furiously, as if the sky had collapsed.

At first glance, it looked quite oppressive.

The water level had reached the third floor and showed a continuous rising trend.

In the living rooms of the buildings opposite, on the fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh floors, one could vaguely see bustle, probably preparations to pack and move upwards.

After the experience of the abnormal high temperatures, everyone had beco like frightened birds, with an exceptionally strong sense of crisis.

But to Jiang Yan, being subrged by water was just the first minor crisis.

The real crises were the impending shortages of food, water, and dicine they would soon face.

Most households likely still had a small portion of food stored, partially due to the habit of stockpiling that developed after previous issues with face masks.

Another reason was the delivery of supplies by officials before the end of the high temperatures.

However, items like cured ats and cooking oils had probably spoiled during the heat.

And water was, at that mont, the least scarce resource around.

But if one considered the various debris floating in it, human waste, a few decaying corpses, the bodies of nurous large and small animals, and swarms of dead Blood Mosquitoes, all fernted overnight.

The water was a cocktail of poisons; drinking it would either kill or cripple.

So people, disregarding their lives, even tried to catch rainwater with buckets and basins out their windows.

However, the lightning occasionally splitting the sky was enough to send shivers down anyone’s spine.

As for dicine.

The high temperatures and torrential rain, coupled with consuming spoiled food and water contaminated with impurities, would all lead to various problems.

Not to ntion so people already had minor health issues.

And compared to the period of high heat, the current situation was even tougher.

Back then, at least there was electricity; there was an internet connection.

There were constant official updates and morale-boosting encouragents.

The practice of offering encouragent may seem like clutching at straws, but often what allows people to endure the darkest days is rely clinging to a belief.

Now, everyone felt as though they had regressed to a primitive society.

No water, no electricity, no internet, no one in charge.

They felt abandoned by the officials.

Or rather, abandoned by the world.

The atmosphere of panic continued to spread, and traces of despair were beginning to show.

Jiang Yan believed that the officials would definitely carry out a rescue operation.

But having just experienced an extre heatwave and now a super torrential rain, even if the officials had the capability, they would already be running on fus.

Moreover, both the heatwave and the torrential rain had co unexpectedly and worsened rapidly.

The official ergency plans were likely no longer applicable.

And clearly, with limited manpower, materials, and resources, the officials would definitely prioritize the rescue of areas severely affected by disasters, those that were low-lying, or suffering from mudslides.

Shallow Bay, with its relatively sparse population and several tall buildings, could probably survive temporarily.

It was unlikely to be a priority for official attention.

Or perhaps, the public felt that the apocalypse had arrived.

Could the officials not feel or perceive this?

Perhaps their primary task was to start converting various structures into survival bases, ensuring these could withstand high winds, torrential rain, snowstorms, and even other extre natural disasters.

They would definitely rescue people too.

But who they were ensuring to save at the mont might not necessarily be ordinary citizens, but rather important materials, equipnt, the scientists and talents crucial to the future developnt of humanity—it was all possible.

However, these were nothing but Jiang Yan’s unfounded speculations.

The precise nature of the situation was known only to the officials and the heavens.

In short, to pin one’s hopes solely on a change of heart from the heavens to stop the rain or on awaiting official rescue was a dead-end.

Often, self-rescue was the only option.

Jiang Yan realized she was thinking too much and hurriedly pulled her thoughts back.

She checked the surveillance as usual.

In the caras’ view of the various floors, nothing unusual was spotted.

Most people had their doors shut tight.

Those on other floors probably realized that outsiders had entered the hallways.

After all, the residents from below would certainly have encountered them when moving to higher floors.

But at that mont, it was better to mind one’s own business.

Unless personal interests were involved, most people turned a blind eye.

And compared to the organized, disciplined group that had broken in, the original residents of Residence A were like scattered sand.

Under normal circumstances, they would certainly have sought the property managent for a solution first.

Now, who knew where the property managent had gone.

Even if they were around, it would most likely be a case of “not my circus, not my monkeys.”

*

A week went by in the blink of an eye.

During this ti, she had not seen any official rescue boats.

Now the water level had spread to the ninth floor.

In the surveillance view of the various hallways, there were now people scurrying about.

Most likely they were running out of food or dicine at ho and were seeking assistance or trade with others.