Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 123 Helicopter

"By the time we get rid of them all, Zhang Yi and Dai Jie will probably be in Luozhou by then," Qi Sixing said.

"Let's collect the supplies first and then see how things go." When they parted, Song Jinhe left Zhang Yi and the other with enough drinking water and gasoline to last until Luozhou. But looking at the increasingly dim and scorching sky, Song Jinhe had a feeling that something bad was about to happen.

Including the rooftop terrace, the hotel has a total of 17 floors. According to the brochure, the 4th and 5th floors are restaurants, the 6th floor is a gym and swimming pool, and the floors above are guest rooms.

Based on their previous observations of the damaged side of the building, they roughly identified the floors suitable for overnight stays.

The top floors are all suites, and the 16th floor is a luxury suite with an infinity pool, where there are relatively fewer zombies.

The worst place to stay in such a high-rise building is the middle; once the zombies on both the top and bottom come out, it will inevitably collapse.

They did only one thing all day: first, they went to the housekeeping department to find a spare key, and then they went to close the fire escape doors on each floor.

There weren't many zombies in the dozen or so stairwells, and with the newly replenished firearms, the clearing was relatively quick.

We successfully reached the 16th floor before dark. The upper floors were directly hit by the plane, and a large part of the area was damaged and drafty.

The rest of the place looks pretty good, except for some dust. You can see the whole hotel from the terrace.

Honestly, the conditions are really good. It's no wonder it's a high-end hotel. If I could have a safe house like this with no shortage of supplies, Song Jinhe could lie here forever.

After checking every corner of the room, the group went to the collapsed side. The broken floor led directly to the next floor, where two zombies stood on the edge, howling at them and trying to find a place to climb up.

Song Jinhe originally intended to shoot these two potential threats, but unexpectedly, with two 'bangs,' they both slipped and fell from the hole to the lower level, where they faced the zombies below. Unable to climb back up, they could only roar and frantically scratch at the wall.

Qi Sixing was stunned. He wanted to laugh for a moment, but he was also afraid that a zombie would jump up and grab him.

“We can’t hit it now.” Song Jinhe shrugged and put the gun back at his waist.

Next, they went to the top floor. The door lock was rusted and couldn't be opened, so they forced their way through. Meanwhile, zombies on the other side were also violently banging on the door.

The moment the door opened, a withered and hideous face loomed over. Song Jinhe raised her gun and took down the zombies one by one, then walked excitedly towards the top floor.

This isn't just any rooftop; it's a helipad! There's a helicopter on it!

"Is this the world of the rich? They even fly in to stay in hotels?" Qi Sixing looked at Zhuang Ting in amazement.

“That room on the 16th floor is usually reserved for VIPs and not sold to the public,” Zhuang Ting replied.

"I suddenly thought of something, does anyone around here know how to fly a plane?" Qi Sixing looked around. "Brother Zhuang, have you ever studied it?"

"I only studied for two days, and before I even got my license, the apocalypse happened." Zhuang Ting thought for a moment, "I can still fly, as long as you're not afraid. I'm known for being a fast pilot!"

"???"

Qi Sixing was full of question marks. It would be strange if he wasn't scared. There was still a plane wreckage lying on the ground, smashed into several pieces. There was almost no chance of survival in a plane crash. "Forget it, let's just find a car. It'll be slower, but at least it'll be safer."

Finding the plane is the same as not finding it if no one is flying it.

Song Jinhe pursed her lips and silently looked at Jiang Shi'an.

"It will open, don't worry," Jiang Shi'an said softly, meeting her gaze.

Song Jinhe was relieved. While waiting for Jiang Shi'an to check if the plane was usable, they searched the rooftop but found nothing. "It's usable. It's equipped with parachutes. With a full tank of fuel, it can fly to the vicinity of Luozhou in a little over an hour," Jiang Shi'an said as he stepped off the plane.

"Great! This way we won't have to go back the way we came after we get the supplies."

The zombies below are piling up more and more, making it more difficult to fight them out than to let them in.

As she closed the door and returned, Song Jinhe stopped by the elevator and peered into the slightly ajar elevator door.

A cold wind blew out from the gap, and she frowned. Jiang Shi'an, who was next to her, turned on his flashlight and shone it inside.

There was no elevator behind the door, only an empty elevator shaft. The gap was too small for the flashlight beam to penetrate, and they couldn't hear anything from dozens of meters above.

Perhaps it was humanity's innate fear of the unknown, but Song Jinhe suddenly developed goosebumps on her arms, and the sweat on her back felt cold.

Was the gap in the elevator door caused by a malfunction, or was it pried open?
Everyone felt uneasy, but there was no better option; it was impossible to leave the hotel and spend the night outside.

We must strengthen our vigilance.

Back in her room, Song Jinhe checked the warning device on the door twice before feeling a little relieved. Sometimes she wondered if she was being paranoid, becoming numb to everything under the high pressure of the apocalypse.

But it's always better to be careful than to lose your life.

After assigning the night watch order, Song Jinhe went back to her room to take a shower. She was covered in sweat and blood, feeling sticky and uncomfortable. Only after changing into clean clothes did she feel like she could finally catch her breath.

On the balcony, Qi Sixing and the others had already prepared dinner: dumplings made with fresh venison stored in their space, as well as appetizing cold noodles, wild vegetables, and fruit juice. Song Jinhe even brought out a few precious tomatoes as dessert to replenish vitamins.

Everyone here knows she has a special ability; she stopped pretending a long time ago. Those who are willing to risk their lives to enter the ancient village and rescue people with her have formed a bond that transcends life and death.

Of course, the fact that killing her would grant access to the space has not been mentioned to anyone so far.

At the time, only the two of them could hear her conversation with Sun Fu.

"I think I made this dumpling." Qi Sixing picked up a dumpling from the plate and dipped it in the vinegar in his bowl.

"Besides you, is there anyone else who can wrap dumplings into glutinous rice balls?" Zhuang Ting shook his head.

Qi Sixing devoured a dumpling in one bite, his face beaming with happiness. "It's so delicious, it's full of sweet and savory broth! We feel like we're living in a post-apocalyptic safe house right now. There are zombies howling down below, but inside we have a comfortable environment and plenty of food. I wish every day could be like this."

Cheng Yan held the bowl he found in the suite, looking at the dumplings wrapped in various shapes, his eyes a little red. It had been a long time since he had sat down with his companions and had a quiet meal together.

Watching everyone busy eating and discussing the food, he felt a long-lost sense of ease.

So much had happened that day, everyone was exhausted, and their appetites had increased. Qi Sixing asked with some concern, "Is there enough food?"

"There will be another batch of supplies at the hotel. You don't need to worry about rice and flour to ensure survival. Haven't you noticed how serious the high temperatures and drought have been along the way?"

If this continues, there will be fewer and fewer normal animals, and what remains will be mutated organisms, and the environment will not be suitable for planting.

Because of Jiang Shi'an's talent for water management, they have never lacked water, so they don't feel the drought as much.

I'm having such a hard time o(╥﹏╥)o I'm having an allergic reaction to medical tape, and it's making it impossible for me to sit still while typing.