Wasteland Survivalist: A Scientific Guide to Post-Apocalyptic Survival

Jiao Jin sized up the dark-skinned "vegetable farmer" in front of him.

Gu Lang specifically changed out of his previous outdoor clothing.

He was now wearing an indigo long-sleeved shirt and navy blue khaki trousers.

The cuffs are rolled up to the elbows, and the collar is left open with two or three buttons undone.

The white crew-neck undershirt was visible underneath.

The front of the shirt bears the faded red lettering of "XXX Fertilizer Factory".

He was wearing a pair of work gloves.

On his head was a tattered straw hat that he had taken from the scarecrow's head.

He looks like a typical farmer.

"How long have you been here?"

Upon discovering that Gu Lang's identity information indicated he was not a local, Jiao Jin asked him a few more questions.

"I've only been here a short time, and I haven't even settled in before this natural disaster struck. Jin Guan, how long will it take to return to normal? I want to contact my family."

Gu Lang asked in a low voice, looking completely honest.

"I don't know, just wait for our notification."

After inspection, Jiao Jin found that the vehicle registration information was indeed new.

The driver's license has no traffic violations, and the identity information does not indicate that the person is a fugitive.

With the network outage, he was unable to examine other records in detail.

He then returned all the documents to Gu Lang.

"Open the car door, let me check."

"Alright." Gu Lang deftly opened the car door.

Jiao Jin's gaze swept over the large pile of vegetables, and he could smell the earth and the plants.

After carefully flipping through it a few times, his tense expression finally relaxed a little.

He turned around and shouted at another slightly older man in a nearby hat.

"Captain Li! There's a truckload of fresh vegetables over here!"

The old man strode over and peered into the cargo compartment.

"Vehicles supplying essential goods will be given priority and will be allowed to pass through the green channel."

He patted the A-pillar of the car and made a gesture.

He signaled to Gulang to overtake using the emergency lane.

"After entering the city, do not set up a stall. Go directly to the agricultural products trading market, where there are unified material purchase and sales points."

After the old man gave a few instructions, the roadblock was quickly moved to create a gap.

Gulang entered Tahe County smoothly, and along the way, he could see patrolling soldiers and militiamen.

Various red and green vests stood on the streets and alleys, maintaining order.

He naturally wouldn't obediently go to the supply and distribution point.

He always takes things the opposite way when it comes to hats.

Gu Lang found a free parking space near the park.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, they hid the weapons and equipment back into the pile of vegetables.

Instead of carrying an eye-catching outdoor bag, he opted to travel light.

I put all my important personal items into my waist bag.

The old man's shirt was replaced with a stab-proof vest, and the straight knife was strapped to his right foot.

They were all covered up with coats and trouser cuffs.

After locking the car and activating the anti-theft alarm, Gu Lang blended into the crowd of ordinary people.

While gathering information, they also looked for potential trading partners.

His outfit was carefully designed.

Based on the "grey man principle" advocated by survivalism.

This is a strategy designed to increase the chances of survival during crises or social unrest by being extremely discreet and secretive.

The key point is to avoid becoming the focus of attention.

By blending into the environment, risks are reduced, allowing for safe evacuation or covert survival amidst chaos.

The core concept is to live invisibly, maintaining a low profile and anonymity.

Always conceal your survival skills and resource reserves.

Avoid being seen as a target for resource plundering due to outstanding equipment or behavior.

Their speech and behavior are highly consistent with those of the people around them.

We refuse to discuss sensitive topics such as politics, crime, and survival strategies.

Avoid expressing controversial opinions or revealing specialized knowledge.

Reduce the likelihood of being remembered by those around you.

In the early stages of a crisis, the chaos of the crowd is used as a protective barrier.

Instead of trying to dominate or assist others, quietly move to a safe location.

The most brilliant survival strategy is never to be detected, rather than to rely on combat capabilities.

This is consistent with the concept of "situational awareness" in the military field.

It emphasizes insight into the hidden rules of the environment.

The "Grey Man Principle" is essentially a form of "social engineering" within survivalism.

Security redundancy is achieved by eliminating individual characteristics.

Its essence lies in this: true survival experts do not need to be identified as experts.

They exist like background noise, remaining unknown until the crisis ends.

The mindset of a "gray person" also needs to maintain a balance of gray areas.

Seeking a way to survive amidst chaos and order.

Use rational thinking to weigh the pros and cons and avoid the trap of making decisions in a black-and-white way.

Just like Gu Lang's shameless act of stealing vegetables last night.

This does not conflict with his current practice of abiding by the law at all.

In dangerous environments, there is no distinction between good and bad people.

Excluding the elements of luck and differences in initial resources.

Those who survive major disasters are all tinged with a delicate gray.

There were more people on the streets than expected.

Families with children, people pushing bicycles, and people carrying large and small bags—everyone seemed to be in a hurry.

Gu Lang followed the crowd, keeping a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

They pricked up their ears, trying to catch every word of the conversation.

The water, power, and internet outages have lasted for a day, and there's no indication of when they will be restored.

Some locals plan to return to their rural hometowns to stay with relatives.

Those who couldn't find a place to go were sharing resources and access to supplies.

"I heard the county has already started distributing daily necessities?"

An elderly woman with a hunched back asked her husband about his situation.

"What a load of rubbish! The inventory is so limited, and they're even rationing it. All the good stuff has been given to customs officials. We ordinary people still have to rely on ourselves."

The old man said angrily, his voice very low.

Gu Lang noticed that the bank and gas station were closed, and there were security guards on duty at the entrance.

All shops and restaurants are closed.

Only large supermarkets with signs reading "Supply Point for Daily Necessities" had long queues outside.

Several uniformed staff members are distributing food.

The small gasoline generators placed by the roadside were constantly emitting loud noise.

Gu Lang walked to the small table at the front and asked the seated volunteers a question.

"Hey bro, how do I pick up my stuff at this supply point?"

The volunteer looked him up and asked, "Are you a local?"

Gu Lang shook his head.

"That's not an option. It's only available to local low-income households. Supply will be rationed based on community certificates, with a maximum of one serving per household per day."

"What about residents from other areas?"

"Residents from other places, you'll have to figure it out yourselves."

The volunteer waved his hand impatiently.

Gu Lang looked at the supplies: two bowls of instant noodles, a bag of bread, two sausages, and two bottles of mineral water.

The selection of items was quite extensive, but the quantity was limited.

There were clearly not enough people to fill such a long queue, so he stopped wasting time lingering.

Just as we turned one intersection to the west, shouts and curses came from the group behind us.

"There are still so many! Why aren't you posting them anymore!"

"After waiting in line for so long, are you kidding me?!"

"You sons of bitches, you're embezzling supplies!"

Looking back, the line was in complete chaos.

After taking a few punches, the volunteer fled in disarray.

The crowd began scrambling for the remaining items, and within minutes the commotion dispersed.

By the time the patrolman arrived, even the tables and chairs were gone.