Quick Transmigration: I Was Cannon Fodder But Became the White Moonlight

After treating her wounds and resting for a while, Chen Su felt she had regained some strength.

Song Yi had somehow gotten close again, squatting down on the open ground not far from her, the dagger in his hand still twirling nimbly. He tilted his head to look at Chen Su, his eyes filled with straightforward curiosity.

"You didn't even make a sound when the alcohol was poured on you? You're pretty good at holding back." Song Yi's tone wasn't exactly a compliment. "Brother Yunfan never holds back. I used to have him treat even the smallest scrapes, and he'd make me wince in pain. But you, tears streaming down your face, didn't utter a single sound."

Upon hearing this, Chen Su forced a weak smile, revealing a weary, bitter expression.

She lowered her eyes, looking at her bandaged knee, her voice flat: "Working in the factory, the machines on the assembly line never stop, and neither do the people. Getting scratched by parts, twisting your back while carrying things, or accidentally bumping into something are all common occurrences. At first, I would cry, but later I realized that crying was useless; it would delay my work and I would get docked pay, so I gradually got used to it."

She paused, then added, "It hurts, but it'll pass if you just bear with it."

Her voice was calm, carrying a numbness that seemed out of place for her age, a numbness honed by life's hardships.

After hearing this, Song Yi remained silent for a few seconds, and stopped turning the dagger in his hand.

He looked at her pale, downcast profile and suddenly asked, "How old are you?"

"Nineteen, almost twenty," Chen Su replied softly.

"nineteen?!"

Song Yi's eyes widened in surprise, her voice rising slightly involuntarily. Then, realizing something, she lowered her voice again, "You're only nineteen? Two years younger than me! You...you're already working? And you've been working in this factory for over a year?"

Song Yi's voice was filled with disbelief.

In his past understanding, girls of this age should mostly be in school, worrying about exams and the future. They might work part-time, but certainly not in such a harsh factory assembly line, repeating mechanical labor day after day.

Chen Su nodded slightly and said nothing more.

The hardships and struggles of the past seem even more insignificant in this precarious end times, and there is no need or anyone to confide in.

She cast her gaze into the distance, as if looking at something, yet also as if she saw nothing at all.

Those assembly lines where day and night are reversed, the ever-present smell of machine oil, the harsh shouts of the supervisors, and the meager salary received each month after deducting the most basic expenses...

Those memories weren't pleasant, and I'd rather not dwell on them now.

Life before the apocalypse, no matter how difficult, feels as distant as a past life.

Right now, survival is the only issue we need to consider.

Seeing her reluctance to speak, Song Yi opened his mouth, but ultimately swallowed his words, scratching his head and muttering, "It's really not easy."

The cynicism on his face faded somewhat, replaced by more complex emotions.

At that moment, steady footsteps sounded again.

Jiang Sicheng emerged from the shadows deep within the factory, holding a factory floor plan he had found somewhere. He folded the plan and stuffed it into his pocket as he walked.

Sunlight fell on his shoulders, outlining his cold, hard features; his face was expressionless.

"Boss, how's the situation?" Song Yi immediately put away his dagger, stood up, and his playful expression disappeared, replaced by a serious one.

Jiang Sicheng walked to the center of the open space in front of them, his gaze first sweeping over the surroundings as usual, before speaking: "The main production workshops to the west and north don't have a very high zombie density, with initial observations suggesting no more than twenty. However, many are stuck in machines or trapped in cubicles, and clearing them will take time, and the noise might attract others. In the raw material and finished product warehouse area to the south, there are signs of frequent zombie activity, but the number is unknown, so it's not advisable to approach for now."

He paused, then turned his gaze to the east, towards the freight yard Chen Su had mentioned earlier: "There haven't been any large-scale gatherings on the outskirts of the eastern freight yard yet. However," he looked at Chen Su, his eyes scrutinizing, "we need to go there and confirm the specific situation on-site."

After saying that, he looked up, squinted at the blinding sunlight that was already high in the sky, which was leaking through the cracks in the dilapidated roof of the factory building, and made a decision: "It's noon. Let's rest here and replenish our energy. We'll go to the east freight yard in half an hour."

The commands are concise and clear.

Song Yi and He Yunfan were clearly already used to it and had no objections.

Jiang Sicheng turned around and walked towards a dark green SUV that had been clearly modified and was parked in the shadows in the corner of the factory.

The car body was covered in scratches and dried mud, the windows were covered with dark explosion-proof film, and the tires were thicker than those of ordinary off-road vehicles.

He opened the car door, took out a military green canvas bag, opened it, and took out several square objects tightly wrapped in tin foil.

It's compressed biscuits.

The compressed biscuits are plentiful and tightly packaged, making them standard military rations.

He first threw two pieces to Song Yi and He Yunfan.

Song Yi took it, grinned, thanked him, and then eagerly tore open the packaging, quickly taking small bites.

He Yunfan silently accepted the package, tore it open, and ate in a much more refined manner, but at a fast pace. While eating, he kept looking down at the screen of a palm-sized electronic device in his hand, seemingly recording and analyzing something.

Jiang Sicheng took a piece for himself, leaned against the car door, tore open the packaging, and ate it slowly.

His eating manners weren't exactly elegant, but they were very composed. He chewed each bite slowly, and his eyes habitually scanned his surroundings, remaining vigilant.

Chen Su sat on the broken stool, watching the three of them eat.

Compressed biscuits are dry and tasteless, and even a bit hard to chew, but in the apocalypse, they are a rare and precious food that can quickly replenish energy and sustain survival.

During Chen Su's last few days at the factory, due to panic and chaos, the food stored in the factory had been almost all looted. She could only get a little bit of moldy dry food or thin porridge with almost no rice grains each day, and she was already starving.

In addition, she hadn't eaten anything since the factory area went into complete chaos yesterday afternoon. She had been fleeing in terror, getting injured and bleeding, and her physical strength had already been exhausted to the limit.

A series of burning, cramping pains in her stomach reminded her that her body desperately needed to replenish its energy.

Saliva uncontrollably welled up in her mouth, and she instinctively swallowed, her Adam's apple bobbing. Her gaze was almost unable to leave the half-eaten compressed biscuit in Jiang Sicheng's hand.

She knew how precious food was in the apocalypse.

Every bite of clean, edible food could mean living another day and having more strength to fight off zombies and danger.

She was well aware that she was only a temporary member of the team, not even a formal member yet.

Jiang Sicheng's willingness to allow He Yunfan to treat her wounds, consuming precious medicine and bandages, was already beyond her expectations and a rare act of kindness.

She had neither the right nor the standing to ask for food.

That might be seen as greed, ungrateful, or even... a reason to be immediately abandoned.

but……

hungry.

I'm so hungry.

She pinched her thigh hard, using the pain to stay awake, forcing herself to look away and stare at her bandaged knee.

Beneath the ripped, dirty jeans, a small section of the calf was exposed; the skin was pale and thin, and the outline of the bones was clearly visible.

Can not watch.

I can't think about it.

Just bear with it, it will pass.

Once we reached the east freight yard, found the sewer, and located the grain storage room, we proved our worth, perhaps... perhaps...

She tried desperately to encourage herself, making vague assumptions.

Just then, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Jiang Sicheng leaning against the car, slowly finishing the cookie in his hand and putting the last crumbs into his mouth.

Then, he reached into the canvas bag and took out a compressed biscuit in the same packaging.

He didn't eat it immediately, nor did he offer it to Song Yi or He Yunfan.

He simply used his long, strong fingers to pinch the cookie wrapped in tin foil and gently rubbed it in his palm.

The tin foil made a rustling sound, which, in the quiet factory, sounded amplified countless times to Chen Su's ears.

Then, he slowly raised his eyes.

His gaze passed over the front of the car, over the sun-drenched factory buildings and open space, and landed precisely on Chen Su.

Eyes facing each other.