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Guns became usable, granting them formidable offensive power, and they no longer feared the Zombies. The strength of those Zombies had also significantly increased. An Xiaolu had never possessed such fierce combat capabilities; she had only been desperately searching for a way for ordinary people to gain such strength.
Now, she saw it—the means for humanity to triumph over everything: weapons, modern weapons that everyone could use. These were the tools that would allow them to conquer all.
With her heart surging with excitement, An Xiaolu gradually set aside her worries, feeling as if she had returned home as she entered the mall. She greeted the Survivors who were struggling between life and death, exchanging pleasantries whenever she could.
However, her demeanor clearly caught the attention of some ill-intentioned individuals.
In the lobby, figures began to emerge from the upper echelons, distinctly different from those in the lobby. At the very least, everyone wore expensive clothing typical of the Post-Apocalypse, items that had been claimed by them in this marketplace.
At the center of the crowd stood a man dressed like a farmer, holding a large medical kit. Those around him seemed to revere him greatly, almost in fear.
An Xiaolu was caught up in her excitement and initially didn’t notice these people. When she saw the farmer-like uncle approaching with a group of followers, she was momentarily taken aback but then felt a rush of exhilaration.
“Girl! Welcome to our Starry Sky Shelter. If you need anything, just let Uncle take care of it for you,” the uncle greeted An Xiaolu warmly. His subordinates transformed into obedient kittens beside him, nodding and bowing as they acknowledged her.
Behind them, more people watched coldly, waiting to see what would become of this girl.
The indifferent gazes went unnoticed by An Xiaolu. They understood that if they interfered with someone else's good fortune, their own lives would be at stake. In this apocalypse, human life had become so cheap that even a bun was worth more than one’s existence.
An Xiaolu naively followed the uncle ahead of her as several people led her to the fourth floor. This area housed the cinema in this post-apocalyptic world, featuring the best theaters and comfortable sofas—living here was a privilege that indicated their elevated status.
“Girl! It’s your first time at our shelter. You’re lucky; everyone here helps each other out as we navigate through these apocalyptic times.”
"Come on. Sit down, Zhang Dog! Call those girls out to meet people; they can't just hide away and snack!" the uncle said casually, resembling a farmer.
Upon hearing his words, a glimmer of excitement flashed in several people's eyes.
Sure enough, as his voice echoed, a dozen beautiful young women emerged from the cinema's private room. Each one was dressed vibrantly in stylish post-apocalyptic attire, their faces glowing with a noticeable blush, clearly indicating that they still had access to food supplies.
The food situation in Deep City wasn't too dire; with a population exceeding a hundred million, only a few tens of thousands had managed to survive. With so few people scattered throughout Deep City, it was easier to find food than one might think. The amount of food each person could obtain was exponentially greater than before. Malls, supermarkets, and even residential homes became places for scavenging. Over two years, although most fresh food had spoiled, items like rice and white flour—those that stored well—along with sealed canned goods, puffed snacks, and various packaged foods were still edible. On the rooftop, some vegetables were even being cultivated from seeds obtained at post-apocalyptic seed stores, growing rapidly thanks to Zombie Fluid. Those plants had become rare delicacies, all hoarded by the higher-ups of the shelter.
On the table now lay two dishes of stir-fried greens and several boxes of braised meat, along with an open bottle of cola and a few clean cups.
After Farmer Uncle arranged for An Xiaolu to sit down, he casually grabbed the cola with his right hand and began pouring it generously into the cups. The younger ones sat awkwardly at the table, their eyes glued to the food before them. The girls behind them quietly settled down as well, not daring to speak loudly; they resembled demure young ladies.
An Xiaolu sat down without hesitation, watching as the uncle filled cup after cup with cola.
"Girl, I won't let you drink alcohol anymore. Besides, we don't have any; that stuff has become a rare resource. You seem innocent; listen to me—be careful when you go out. Not everyone is as kind-hearted as I am!" The uncle handed a cup of cola to An Xiaolu while he himself had already finished his drink. The girls beside him also quietly sipped their cola.
They didn't touch the fresh vegetables on the table; however, everyone indulged in the canned meat and various soups available. The girls ate eagerly, which put An Xiaolu at ease as she joined in.
After enjoying an unexpectedly lavish meal at Zheng Yifan's place, this seemed somewhat bland in comparison; after all, the standards were worlds apart. Yet true to her usual nature, she remained quietly focused on her meal.
Farmer Uncle recounted his experiences during the apocalypse without any hint of discomfort at the table. Only the silent tears streaming down the girls' faces betrayed their emotions. They were all daughters of good families before the apocalypse; most were even from wealthy backgrounds. Who could have imagined that life would become so harsh? Each story shared by that farmer-like uncle was familiar to them—many had heard it more than once—and each retelling brought fresh tears of sorrow.
It was just a meal! Just one meal had cost them everything they once had.
The meal lasted for over an hour, and clearly, no one had anticipated that An Xiaolu would remain so quiet for such a long time. All the food was gone, and in order to act, the girls had to eat the rare vegetables. Farmer Uncle's eyes kept scanning their faces, as if he were a predator.
The girls were silent, resembling frightened cats.
"Sisters! Why aren't you eating? The dishes are quite delicious, though a bit plain. But that's fine; after last night's steak and lobster from Uncle Zheng, I feel a bit overwhelmed. A lighter meal will help cleanse the stomach!" An Xiaolu continued to eat her food calmly, but as she chewed, she felt her eyelids growing heavier and her body lighter. Gradually, it seemed like she was losing awareness of everything around her.
"What nonsense! I see you, dead girl, are daydreaming! Tie her up for me to enjoy tonight. And this is too light for dinner! This girl has stirred up my appetite. We'll have hot pot tonight, and Meng Ting will be the main dish. Tie her up for me; we’ll have fresh cuts of meat right off the bone! That's what I want—freshness!" Farmer Uncle seemed to tear away the facade of civility, revealing a terrifying glint in his eyes.
Among the girls, one frail girl trembled as if about to collapse to the ground, her face devoid of color. (To be continued...)
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