Apocalyptic Hoarding Diary

So she walked up the mountain. The torrential rain had loosened the soil on the hillside, and when she stepped on it, her ankles sank into the mud.

She climbed for about twenty minutes before finally finding a relatively flat spot.

We're not far from the mountaintop now. The ground is a relatively open flat area, probably several tens of square meters in size.

It was covered with some low shrubs and weeds, but most of the area was bare soil and gravel.

Although the ground was wet, it didn't accumulate water. The rainwater flowed down the slope. She stood on the flat ground and looked around, thinking that this should be a safe temporary place to stay.

Xu Xiaoyan took the Xuanxian Zhonglian truck out of the space, went around to the back of the vehicle, and opened the rear compartment.

She found the room crammed full of supplies, put the items back into her spatial storage, and then locked the door.

After closing the door, I returned to the driver's seat, took off my raincoat, and threw it on the passenger seat.

The outside of her raincoat was soaked, but the inside was dry. She sat in the driver's seat wearing a windproof suit, feeling as if she had finally been freed from the damp and cold.

She reclined the seat back and took out the thin blanket from her pocket, draping it over herself.

She turned on the alarm clock on her wrist, set it to a 3-hour alarm, and then closed her eyes to go to sleep.

Raindrops pattered on the car roof, making a soft "tap-tap" sound. Xu Xiaoyan's consciousness quickly blurred, and her body gradually relaxed from a tense state.

His arms hung down on either side of the seat, his head was tilted to one side, and his breathing became long and steady.

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Three hours later, the watch emitted a sharp "beep beep beep" sound.

She suddenly opened her eyes, initially disoriented, unsure of where she was.

Where's the ceiling? Where are the walls? Where's the bed? Then she saw the darkness outside the car window and the dense raindrops on the windshield, and her memories slowly began to return.

She reached out and turned off the alarm clock, rubbed her eyes, yawned, and stretched out a big yawn in the driver's seat.

When I raise my arms overhead, I can feel a soft "clicking" sound between my shoulder blades.

After sleeping for three hours, the stiffness in my body has eased a lot, but the muscle soreness is still there, especially in my arms and back, a lingering effect from cutting bamboo yesterday.

Xu Xiaoyan sat up, put on her raincoat, and opened the car door.

It was still dark outside, but a little brighter than three hours ago, with a faint grayish-white tinge visible on the eastern horizon.

She ran to the back of the truck and took out several large bamboo stalks from the storage space.

These bamboos are all old bamboos with thick walls, tight nodes, high buoyancy, and strong load-bearing capacity, making them ideal materials for making bamboo rafts.

She first used a watermelon knife to cut off all the thin branches and leaves from the bamboo.

The bamboo branches were very hard, some of them already woody, making a cracking sound when chopped, sending bamboo shavings flying and landing on her raincoat and inside the carriage.

After whittling one bamboo, she would stand it upright against the side of the carriage, then take down another one. After cleaning the bamboo, she would begin arranging them.

She had seen how to make a bamboo raft online; the principle was very simple.

Simply tie several bamboo poles together side by side, and then tie a few short bamboo poles horizontally on top for reinforcement, forming a rectangular floating raft.

Xu Xiaoyan first selected ten of the thickest and straightest bamboos to be the main body of the raft, and laid them one by one in the back of the carriage.

Ten bamboo stalks lay side by side, head to tail, with a gap of about five centimeters between each stalk.

This way, the bamboo rafts won't squeeze each other when tied together, and the gaps between them increase their stability in the water.

She estimated that the bamboo raft was about 3.5 meters long and 1.2 meters wide, just enough for one person to stand on, with room to put some supplies.

Iron wire would have been the best material for connecting this part, but unfortunately we didn't prepare any when we were stockpiling, so we can only use thick rope now.

The binding method is "cross-shaped". First, wrap the rope twice between a bamboo stalk and its adjacent bamboo stalk, and then tighten it.

Then pass it under one bamboo node, then out from above another bamboo node, wrap it around the two adjacent bamboo stalks, wrap it twice more, and tighten it.

There should be at least three points between each pair of bamboo stalks: one at the head, one at the tail, and one in the middle. This will ensure that the bamboo stalks do not shift in the water.

Soon, all ten bamboo poles were tied together to form a single bamboo raft.

She lifted one end of the bamboo raft with her hand; it was heavy and sturdy.

After the main raft was completed, she added two horizontal reinforcing bamboo poles to the head and stern of the raft.

These two horizontal bamboo poles are thinner than the bamboo poles of the main raft, and their length is about the same as the width of the raft, about 1.3 meters.

She placed them horizontally on the top and bottom of the bamboo raft, clamped them between the ten bamboo poles of the main raft, and then tied them tightly with ropes.

The method of binding from top to bottom is much more secure than simply binding on the surface, and can prevent the bamboo from swaying up and down in the water.

Meanwhile, she tied a reinforcement point to each of the four corners of the bamboo raft, wrapping the rope around each point five or six times and then tying a knot.

After the main body of the bamboo raft was completed, she made a long bamboo pole to propel the boat.

Once everything was ready, she stepped back a few paces and looked at her work. Although it wasn't very well made and some parts were tied crookedly, it was definitely sturdy and usable.

She stood up, patted the mud off her hands, and put the bamboo raft into her spatial storage.

Xu Xiaoyan didn't rush to set off. Instead, she went around to the back of the truck, opened the tailgate, and started making a list in her mind.

She needs to prepare some things in advance so that if she runs into other people while resting in the car, she can make excuses for them.

A tent and sleeping bag were essential; she didn't know how long she would have to stay outside.

I don't know if I can find a suitable cave or a tent, at least that would guarantee me a good night's sleep anywhere.

You can put two bags of bagged rice in to make it look like you're getting a good amount, but bottled water is a must.

Although there may be streams on the mountain, the water is too muddy after a heavy rain and cannot be drunk directly. It is safest to bring your own bottled water.

The battery box, induction cooker, and non-stick pan are her mobile kitchen, which must be placed in the back of the car and put through an open road!

She stood outside the tailgate, leaned in to look inside, nodded in satisfaction, and closed the tailgate.

Once everything was ready, she got into the driver's seat, closed the door, and took off her raincoat, placing it on the passenger seat.

Then I took the watch off my wrist, adjusted the angle, and turned on the screen.

She swiped her finger across the screen a few times to open the map function.

This map is highly accurate and covers a large area, making it her most important navigation tool in this world without internet access.

She zoomed the map to a suitable size, and her current location immediately appeared on the screen as a green dot surrounded by densely packed contour lines.