Wasteland Survivalist: A Scientific Guide to Post-Apocalyptic Survival

"Um, there are quite a few questions, I'll answer them one by one."

When I first saw you, you had a gun and a boat, and you were all alone with a murderous aura; you didn't seem like a good person.

I was wary of you, so I lied and said I went inland.

Bai Lang frankly admitted this.

"Hmm, that makes sense. So you've found a refuge now?"

Your new SUV has the letters "EV" on the back, which means it's still a pure electric vehicle.

This means you even have a power supply, which should be nearby, right?

After Gu Lang pointed out his mistake, Bai Lang smiled and nodded.

"Good observation skills, but to be more precise, we have arrived at the refuge."

As you know, people from Northeast China who are better off often choose to migrate south for the winter.

Because of housing purchase restrictions in Hainan, people have all moved to Fangchenggang instead.

"I bet you didn't buy a house in the city center, did you?"

"Of course, back then I used the reason that housing prices would plummet in the future."

I persuaded my dad to choose a mountain village relatively close to the city for our winter vacation.

"I understand, it's actually just using the name of a vacation villa."

They even set up a shelter, a very wise choice.

He's similar to the protagonist in the survival novels I used to write.

"Haha, I was just being prepared, and I never thought it would actually come in handy now."

"So why are you telling me all this? Are you no longer wary of me?"

"Yes, I just spoke with Director He."

You took the initiative to rescue him at sea and brought him into the survival team.

Since you now have a need to form a team, then we have a basis for cooperation.

"Let me remind you that the basis for cooperation between groups is equal strength."

Cooperating with armed personnel in the apocalypse is extremely dangerous.

Gu Lang looked down at the dark city below the mountain and spoke softly.

"Of course I know that, but we are under too much defensive pressure right now."

Look, I've come out to find antigen reagents all by myself; we really don't have enough manpower.

With a vaccine development imminent, we survivors must unite.

Together we will fight the raging horde, overcome the final hurdle, and rebuild our homes.

Bai Lang fiddled with the tip of the composite bow in his hand, his tone becoming serious.

"I'm fed up with being bossed around, and I don't want to be someone else's cannon fodder."

Gu Lang clearly stated his bottom line: he was open to equal cooperation, but would never accept being incorporated into the company.

"The mountainous area is very large and rich in resources."

Besides my family, there are some other survival teams.

We maintain a certain distance from each other, helping and supporting one another while remaining independent, which naturally allows us to accommodate each other.

That's why I wanted to discuss this with you, not to recruit you.

I can guarantee the independence of your team; it's just a collaborative relationship.

They will definitely not let you live on the outskirts as a buffer, since there are only two of you.

All I need is for you to provide ranged fire support from the flanks when the Berserker Horde attacks.

I have received your invitation and will give it serious consideration.

As for whether or not to accept it, I need to discuss this with Director He and then give you an answer.

Gu Lang found an excuse to delay, giving himself more time to think.

"No problem, we'll be staying here for a few more days, so we have plenty of time to discuss it."

Bai Lang's tone revealed a hint of joy when he heard that Gu Lang did not immediately refuse.

"There's another question. How did you manage to travel such a long distance from Shandong Province to Guangxi Province?"

"Hey, don't even mention it, it's just survivor bias."

If I'm unlucky enough to die on the road, you won't have met me.

Bai Lang then sat down opposite him and gave a general account of his experience traveling south.

After parting ways at the fishery administration wharf in Longkou City, Bai Lang drove away from Shandong Province with two family members.

After entering the bulk province, they were attacked again by rabids on the outskirts of Huai'an City.

The pickup truck's engine was damaged and completely disabled.

Fortunately, the Grand Canal was nearby, and he encountered a sightseeing boat heading south.

After handing over all the diesel fuel, they boarded a boat and continued south along the waterway.

Upon arriving in Yangzhou, we were stuck at the Shaobo Lock and had to return to the land route.

He gave all the surplus supplies to a truck driver in exchange for a ride.

The road was blocked when crossing Giang hope province, and trucks could not continue to pass.

Later, after much difficulty, they found a perfectly good motorcycle, only to have it stolen by a truck driver.

Bai Lang had no choice but to lead his family to escape the danger on foot, and then they pried open several bicycles by the roadside and rode south.

Then they encountered a survival team in Quang Dong province who were traveling in a motorhome.

In exchange for bulletproof gear, they traveled together with the team to an airport.

The other party has a pilot who intends to fly a small passenger plane to the Hisa Islands safe zone.

Due to limited seating, we couldn't bring Bai Lang and the other two.

Fortunately, this group needed to control the flight weight, so they left the RV and excess supplies behind.

With these supplies, Bai Lang and his family finally arrived in Quang Hee province after a long and arduous journey.

"It's a good thing you didn't get on the plane, or you would have died on the way."

After hearing the story, Gu Lang patted Bai Lang on the shoulder.

"Isn't an airplane supposed to be the safest mode of transportation? And the Berserker can't fly, so it's still better than being on the ground, right?"

"You don't know this, but the safety of an aircraft is a classic example of statistical magic."

The calculation involved dividing the number of deaths by the distance traveled, which yielded the low mortality rate with a significant lead over the previous period.

"Oh? So that's how it's calculated?"

"If we change the calculation method, we can divide the number of deaths by the number of rides or the ride time."

The mortality rate for air travel surpasses that of most other modes of transportation.

Furthermore, to my knowledge, any ordinary civilian aircraft that approaches a safe zone without authorization will be shot down by the military.

Bai Lang was clearly hearing this for the first time, and subconsciously touched the back of his neck.

"Also, the person who stole your motorcycle was a very kind person."

"What do you mean by that?" Bai Lang's expression changed from lingering fear to confusion.

"I've seen the statistics, whether calculated by the number of rides, the ride time, or the mileage."

Motorcycles have the highest fatality rate of all modes of transportation, and by a significant margin.

"So that's what you mean." Bai Lang grinned. "I know that. A female rider's life is just like a male rider's testicles—they can be gone in an instant."

"Haha, that's right."

Think about it, flesh wrapped in iron, no crumple zone, no seatbelt.

At high speeds, the chances of surviving a collision with a vehicle are extremely slim.

Now, needless to say, the sound of the engine will attract berserkers...

That guy stole the motorcycle, which also drew away your pursuers; he died for you in your place.

Gu Lang laughed as well, counting on his fingers to explain the dangers to Bai Lang.