Wasteland Survivalist: A Scientific Guide to Post-Apocalyptic Survival

The arrival of the two vehicles was like a boulder being thrown into a stagnant pool.

Violent roars immediately echoed throughout the town.

Then, sporadic gunfire rang out, which quickly escalated into a fierce firefight.

The sounds included pistol bursts, automatic rifle roars, and even explosions.

Clearly, another force not to be underestimated also entrenched itself within Tongyuanbao Town.

They clashed head-on with the group of intruders.

Gu Lang held his breath, listening intently to the dogfighting that was raging in the town.

I felt no emotion whatsoever; in fact, I almost wanted to laugh.

The conflict lasted for nearly half an hour before the gunfire gradually subsided, eventually fading into an ominous silence.

It's unclear who won, but things have definitely gotten even more murky.

He dared not sleep any longer, gripping his weapon.

Leaning against the hillside, I stayed until the eastern sky began to lighten.

It was 7 a.m., and the sky was gradually getting brighter.

Gu Lang launched a drone into the town to conduct reconnaissance.

The drone's camera lens looked down on the ravaged town, with traces of last night's battle scattered on the streets.

The scene included overturned and burning car wrecks, shattered windows, and numerous twisted corpses lying on the ground.

The two cars that had broken in were currently parked near the bus station in the town center.

The vehicle was riddled with bullet holes, but several armed figures could be vaguely seen patrolling the area warily.

The leader was indeed the familiar "Tiger," who was torturing the "prisoner."

Grab the other person's head and slam it into the spinning tire of a car.

His every move exuded the arrogance of a victor.

"As expected, they have gained the upper hand." Gu Lang's heart sank.

The fighting prowess of this group of berserkers was beyond imagination; they quickly defeated the local tyrants in an unfamiliar environment.

They have already blocked the main roads in the town; to force one's way in would be tantamount to walking into a trap.

Gu Lang carefully expanded the search area by maneuvering the drone, looking for any possible gap.

Highways, streets... almost all viable paths are controlled by the madmen or the roadblocks they have set up.

Just as his anxiety began to grow, the drone's camera swept across the edge of the town, onto the south bank of the winding river.

A solitary, slightly old and rusted railway track caught his attention.

This branch railway line appears to have been abandoned long ago, stretching quietly along the riverbank.

It bypassed the city center at a subtle angle, passing through the southeastern edge of the town.

"The railway..." Gu Lang's eyes lit up.

This is a corner that everyone overlooks.

Below the rails was a solid roadbed and gravel, which, although bumpy, was enough for his light truck to barely pass.

Most importantly, it bypassed all danger zones and blockades!

Time is of the essence, and this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Gu Lang quickly retrieved the drone and started the truck.

Carefully following the ridge, we circled southeast of the town, approaching the railway line.

A heavily rusted wire fence separated the railway from the outside world.

Gu Lang didn't waste time looking for an opening. He stepped back a short distance, took a deep breath, and slammed on the gas!

The truck rammed into the green safety fence like a bull.

"Crack!" The fragile barbed wire collapsed with a sound, mercilessly crushed by the wheels.

Gu Lang quickly drove the car onto the gravel roadbed and steadied the steering wheel.

Place the tire on the relatively flat gravel area next to the rails.

The vehicle kept bumping and rattling, and there were clanging and banging noises inside the cargo box.

Fortunately, "Tiger's" team was still some distance away.

He kept a low speed, moving close to the shadows on the riverbank.

Through the sparse trees and gaps in the dilapidated buildings, he could even occasionally catch glimpses of figures moving about in the distance.

But no one noticed that a prey was silently slipping past on this forgotten track.

After driving slowly for several tens of minutes, Tongyuanbao Town behind us gradually shrank.

Gu Lang finally breathed a sigh of relief when he was completely out of sight.

They arrived at a railway station, where he got off the train and removed several door panels to lay on the roadbed.

The truck drove over it, crashed through another guardrail, and went off the railway line.

National Highway G304 resembles a long, gray-black snake, winding across the barren land.

It's the height of summer in August, but the temperature feels like late autumn.

With nuclear winter compounded by volcanic eruptions, this year is destined to be a year without summer.

The fields and villages on both sides were deathly silent, with only the howling of the wind.

It swirls up the fallen leaves and trash on the ground, making them spin before falling back down helplessly.

This road was even more "lively" than he had expected.

He had only driven less than 20 kilometers when he encountered his first wave of "greetings".

It was a woman in tattered clothes standing in the middle of the road.

He waved the strip of cloth in his hand vigorously, as if pleading for help.

Behind them was a temporary roadblock made of traffic cones and water-filled barriers.

"This is too much! Do they think they're making a movie?"

Gu Lang's eyes were cold as he slowed down the car.

In this world where "hell is other people," he doesn't believe that normal survivors would dare to actively approach strangers.

In particular, his own truck was marked with signs indicating biological hazards.

Since someone was trying to stop the car, he used gunfire instead of communication.

When he was forty meters away from the woman, he activated the car's lane-keeping assist.

He picked up the homemade gun from the passenger seat and leaned half his body out of the car window.

"Bang!"

The right trigger was pulled, and 12 steel balls were ejected.

The woman's body jolted violently, and blood blossomed all over her body.

She fell backward, a look of shock on her face, and then screamed.

At that moment, two men burst out from the roadside, laughing wildly, and began sucking blood from the wound.

It wasn't until the truck crashed through the temporary roadblock and sped away that they suddenly realized what had happened.

"To act as an accomplice to a tyrant?" Gu Lang murmured.

A woman who feels pain is clearly not a violent person.

Gu Lang was surprised to discover that the Berserkers were rapidly undergoing natural selection, or rather, some kind of "evolution".

As time went on, the mindless berserkers either died from lack of food or from infighting.

Conversely, berserkers who understand teamwork and delayed gratification have a much higher chance of survival.

If this trend continues, various "Kings of Rolls" will soon emerge.

Judging from what he encountered, every berserker still retains some degree of intelligence.

How much rationality one retains after the onset of illness depends entirely on one's state at the time of the illness.

Those who have suffered brutal torture are not in good condition.

Not only was his body broken, but his spirit was also basically broken.

They only act like wild beasts, following their desires and instincts, and they basically won't live long.

Dozens of kilometers later, a similar scene played out again.

Gu Lang originally wanted to go into a gas station to try to refill the diesel fuel he had run out of.

As soon as they entered the roundabout, several berserkers rushed out of the bushes.

They attempted to ambush him from both sides, together with their accomplices at the gas station.

Gu Lang decisively opened fire, knocking down the two closest people in front of him.

They then drove the car directly onto the green belt and took a shortcut to escape the scene before the other party could surround them.