Chapter Eighteen: Departure

After Nian Yu called out to Zhou Yu, she went to eat without paying him any more attention.

After the meal, Zhou Yu looked at the group and asked, “How long do you all think our current food supply will last?”

Zhao Yan replied, “At most, about three months. And I think we should find a new place to stay.”

Zhou Yu glanced at Zhao Yan, thinking to himself that the kid was quite perceptive—he’d understood his intention. Zhou Yu continued, “That’s right. Now we’re facing not only the problem of zombies but also that of food. And I feel that we need to relocate. After all, everyone saw what happened before.”

Everyone fell silent, the memory of how the man driving earlier had died still fresh in their minds.

Seeing their silence, Zhou Yu went on, “I’d like everyone to share their ideas—where should we go, and how can we survive longer?”

He waited for a while, but when no one spoke, Zhou Yu cleared his throat and said, “Since no one wants to go first, I’ll start.”

He looked around and continued, “First: the food issue. I think we should go out in groups to search for supplies. I’ve mentioned this before, but some things came up and delayed us for a few days.”

As soon as Zhou Yu finished, Zhao Yan added, “Second: our living situation. This courtyard is fairly big, but it’s not good enough, not sturdy enough.”

He glanced at Zhou Yu and continued, “Plus, there’s no door, no soundproofing, and it’s not convenient for everyone to live together.”

After his words, Zhao Yan chuckled. Zhou Yu, Nian Yu, and Xiao Jie all blushed deeply, and the previously tense atmosphere eased a little.

After listening, Wang Kui thought for a moment before adding, “Third, we know too little about the outside world. There are only a few of us here. We should find a place with more people—preferably somewhere with local government.”

Zhou Yu looked at everyone and asked, “So, have you all decided? If you’re set, let’s head out.”

Zhou Yu was a man of action—once there was a goal, he would pursue it, no matter how hard.

Everyone quickly tidied up, loaded into the vehicles, but once inside, they realized a problem.

There wasn’t much fuel left, and they had no idea where any survivor bases might be.

Zhou Yu thought it over, then shouted to the other car, “Let’s head to a gas station.” He started his car and drove out of the courtyard.

As he drove, Zhou Yu tried to recall which road had a gas station.

Beside him, Nian Yu and Xiao Jie were whispering about something, and every so often Xiao Jie would steal a blushing glance at Zhou Yu.

“Hey, do you know where the gas station is? If you keep driving, we’ll pass it,” Nian Yu said after glancing outside.

Zhou Yu thought, I really have no idea. “If you know, just tell me when we get there.”

Nian Yu glanced at Zhou Yu, thinking, Would this bastard ever ask for help?

Left with no choice, for everyone’s safety, Nian Yu began directing him.

“Turn left at the next intersection. Right at the following one. Then left again. There! See it?” Nian Yu instructed from the passenger seat.

There were quite a few zombies around the gas station. After stopping the car, Zhou Yu grabbed his knife and got out to deal with them.

“Wang Kui, hurry up, refuel that car for me!” Zhou Yu shouted to Wang Kui in the other vehicle as he fought off the zombies.

Wang Kui didn’t hesitate—he jumped out, ran to the car, pulled out the keys, and called to Zhou Yu, “Tune the radio to 100.6 in a bit!”