Rotting Land: Survive-Chapter 425 - 423: Reunion (Part 1)

The survivors in Room 202 at this moment are naturally unaware of the situation in the gymnasium; they are still making the necessary preparations for the upcoming operation.

For instance, supplies! These are things needed for the next rendezvous, and they must be prepared in advance.

Secondly, for the ultimate showdown, they are preparing to gather some wireless walkie-talkies so they can communicate and collaborate effectively during the surprise attack.

Finally, lighting equipment, including coordinated attire.

Although these things have little practical value, considering the action will take place at night and will pass through dark tunnels, the survivors ultimately decided that it’s better to be prepared to prevent friendly fire caused by poor visibility.

During the days of planning and waiting, Xu Renjie and Tang Xiaoquan were undoubtedly the most excited and motivated.

The former, having endured more than half a month of suffering since the gymnasium was occupied, carrying so much psychological pressure and misunderstanding, now finally has an opportunity to rescue the civilians at the base and his comrades; such "impatience" is hard to describe in words.

As for Tang Xiaoquan, his thoughts were even more complex. Besides worrying about the brothers in the gymnasium, what troubled him most was the sole woman in the team, Wei Yang.

Among the several companions trapped in the lion’s den, her danger was the greatest.

After all, whether it is Hu Xiaodong, Zhao Yunhai, or Wei Dazhuang, Lin Jun; they all have the ability to protect themselves.

But Wei Yang is different. Her identity as a woman alone puts her in grave danger, especially since the five-man short group never forgets her good looks and graceful figure.

So Tang Xiaoquan has been living quite uneasily during this time.

Though most of the time when people see him, he is still as calm and composed as before.

But who knows that every time the moon hangs on the treetop, there is always a lonely back leaning against the balcony wall, staring at a warm jade pendant in a daze, praying.

The rain was still pouring down, and while Room 202 in Bieyuan District was busy planning for the impending action, a group of survivors gathered silently in a store two streets away from the gymnasium.

Old Lin and his group had been at the foreign trade inventory point for a full 2 hours, hearing sporadic gunfire during this time.

Although he was unaware of the calamity occurring in the gymnasium, through Scar’s character and today’s events, he speculated on the cause of the gunshots.

Predictably, it was to kill the chicken to scare the monkey, to make a tough statement.

Dai Sha definitely executed Guo Xiaohua, and Lin Junfu could even imagine the means by which this brute would dispose of Guo Xiaohua’s body.

And all these possible consequences were undeniably like stabbing a sharp blade into Lin Junfu’s chest.

After all, if Yan Hua’s death was due to being bitten by zombies and unwilling to burden his wife and daughter;

Then Guo Xiaohua, who had nothing to do with this matter, was coaxed into this situation because Lin Junfu felt it necessary for escape. His tragic death was undoubtedly tied to Lin Junfu.

The raindrops splattered messily on the ground, echoing like a heart-stringing melody, continuously adding a melancholic hue to this slightly desolate atmosphere.

He Jing remained like a wooden puppet, silent since leaving the tunnel; she seemed lost, entirely devoid of self-awareness.

During this period, Lin Junfu had tried countless times to honestly communicate and apologize to her, but the results had always been "closed doors."

Regarding this, Wei Yang advised giving He Jing as quiet a space as possible.

In her view, given that He Jing had just experienced the pain of losing a husband, the blow to a woman was imaginable.

Therefore, compared to external human intervention, self-resolution by He Jing was clearly more effective.

But no matter what, despite losing "soldiers and generals," the survivors managed to stay temporarily safe.

Hu Xiaodong looked at his somewhat dejected companions and suddenly stood up, clapped his hands twice, and boosted morale: "Hey! Everyone! Stop being gloomy! Now is not the time for us to be discouraged! Come on, everyone get up and search this house, search, see if we can find some food and drink."

Undoubtedly, this was a very serious issue; zombies had tightly encircled the shop, and it was almost impossible for the survivors to rush out. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Therefore, quickly inventorying and searching for supplies inside will directly determine the survival strategy of the survivors.

Upon hearing these words, Lin Junfu soon emerged from his sad and guilty mood, nodding affirmatively: "Yes! Xiao Hu’s right, we can’t go out now, so let’s hurry up and find what’s usable in the house."

As soon as they moved, they immediately caused another disturbance among the beasts outside.

All of a sudden, scratching, head banging, hand knocking, all kinds of creative methods were greeted on the rolling shutter.

And this abruptly increased noise might not affect the older adults much, but it was a considerable psychological challenge for the still-child Fangfang.

"Mom! I’m scared!" Little Fangfang struggled to suppress the urge to cry, her small hands tightly clutching He Jing’s arm.

She didn’t understand why her mom seemed to have turned into another person, not saying a word.

Even when she said she was scared, her mom remained expressionless and indifferent.

Seeing the little girl’s eager gaze at her mother and her puzzled look, Wei Yang, as a fellow woman, felt a twinge of heartache.

She gently embraced Fangfang and stroked the child’s hair affectionately, coaxing and comforting: "Fangfang! Don’t disturb mommy! Mommy is tired! She needs to rest! Come, remember the nursery rhyme that sister taught you? Sing it to your aunt, okay?"

Little Fangfang looked uncertainly at Wei Yang, then at her weary mother.

Honestly, she was too young to discern the truth of Wei Yang’s words, but her childish innocence instinctively made her choose to believe.

"Okay! Then I will sing for Auntie!" She nodded and began to sing obediently.

"Little swallow, wearing colorful clothes, comes here every spring. I ask the swallow why you come, the swallow says: ’Spring here is the most beautiful.’"

Fangfang’s voice was tender and gentle, falling into the ears of the adults like a clear spring, silently calming their weary souls.

Soon, Old Lin and his team made some gains.

Bottled water, drinks, and five packets of Kang Shifu instant noodles; although the supplies were not abundant, it was far beyond Lin Junfu’s expectations.

After all, this was just an ordinary foreign trade inventory point; finding food and drink was already something to be grateful for.

Since they’ve found food and drink, there’s nothing more to say; eating something to lift spirits is undoubtedly what the survivors need to do right now. (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read at m.qidian.com.)