Apocalypse: After Being Reborn, I Stocked Up on All Supplies

The others who were still on the water’s surface were also almost inevitably doomed.

The hail came quickly, and it left just as fast.

The supplies floating on the water’s surface were soon looted empty by those jumping into the water from various stairways.

During the scavenging, there was another fierce battle, people fighting over just a few bags of instant noodles.

What happened next, Jiang Yan no longer knew.

Staring at the few remaining hailstones the size of pigeon eggs on the windowsill, she fell into deep thought.

In the last life, after the apocalypse arrived, she was locked in the basement by Song Deming and Zhang Qiqi, so her understanding of the outside world came mostly from their daily conversations.

She only knew the general progress, but as for the specific details, she was unaware.

Even Song Deming and Zhang Qiqi, who had always hidden inside, were unclear.

Now that she had personally experienced it, she always felt that something was not quite right.

But what exactly it was, she couldn’t say.

The outside sky was growing increasingly dark, and the rain started “whooshing” down again.

Amidst the “rumbling” thunder, blue and purple lightning occasionally flashed across the sky.@@novelbin@@

Jiang Yan returned to the living room, drew the blackout curtains, and turned on the light.

She glanced at the thermometer, the outdoor temperature was now only 3 degrees.

Inside the room was better, nearly twenty degrees.

Jiang Yan added some firewood to the fireplace and then checked the surveillance she hadn’t seen in a while.

The 31st floor surveillance footage seemed normal.

Some people curled up on the floor, sound asleep, others lay facing upwards with a vacant gaze, staring blankly at the ceiling.

There were also people who had started a fire at the entrance of the stairwell, a group likely cooking together.

Judging by the expressions of the people chatting, the atmosphere could be considered a rare harmony.

The stuff in the pot, it looked a bit like the stir-fried noodles Su Dai made.

Stir-fry the noodles, not only do they last a long time, they resist moisture, and they’re convenient to eat.

There were a pile of broken table legs and table boards placed to the side.

That’s right, there was still something to burn.

In a while, wanting to eat hot food would basically become impossible.

Afraid of carbon dioxide poisoning, the window by the stairwell entrance was opened halfway.

The surrounding glass must have been smashed by the earlier hail, and the ground nearby was all wet.

The corridor was filled with thick smoke.

Coughing sounds came through intermittently.

Some were from the smoke.

Others, probably having caught a cold, the sounds of their coughs clearly contained phlegm.

It was normal, in these recent days of wading for fish, going out to find supplies, and occasionally getting rained on, plus with the cold weather, even robust people could easily catch a cold, let alone the others who were originally fragile and lacked clothing and food.

The 20th floor was much messier.

Household trash could be seen everywhere on the floor.

Door 2002 had been kicked open, with a crowd of people squeezed at the doorway, each with angry glares, unclear what had happened.

They looked like people who had been temporarily moved up from downstairs.

However, they didn’t know that the rooms they were now fighting for would, in a few days, also be unable to escape the fate of being flooded.

The two women who lived on the makeshift bedding in the elevator lobby were also tearing at each other’s clothes and hair, fighting.

On the floor next to them was a half-bag of spilled crushed instant noodles and a crying child with a sallow complexion.

Like those bagged instant noodles, without hot water to soak them, people just crushed them up and sprinkled the seasoning packet on them to eat like crispy noodles.

The experiences of the people in the surveillance footage, compared with her tragic past life, were nothing.

But still, she felt somewhat heavy-hearted, and since she didn’t spot Ma Longbiao and his gang, she didn’t continue watching.

Suddenly, she felt a bit like leaving this place.

But now, everywhere outside was water, and the next few days would be nothing but heavy rain; she couldn’t go anywhere.

Or rather, there was nowhere in the great wide world for her to go.

She could only wait out the period of heavy rainfall.

Returning to sit by the fireplace, Jiang Yan stretched her hands out to warm them.

She wasn’t actually cold, just a bit tired.

Being near a warm place could make her feel a bit better.

After spacing out and warming herself for a while, she started to feel hungry and was about to get up to get something to eat, but then she felt a tightening in her lower abdomen, followed by a sharp pain that seemed to pull at her meridians.

Jiang Yan frowned, trouble, her period had come early again this month.

She had a long history of painful menstruation.

She had taken some traditional Chinese medicine for it in the past and had sought out famous doctors, but with no clear improvement.

Now that she was reborn, this problem had unexpectedly followed her.

She had stayed in the Space for a while before, and it had enhanced and remodeled all aspects of her body, except the improvement in this area was not obvious, it had only shortened the duration of the pain.

Luckily, the worst was on the first day; afterward, the pain would gradually subside.

Jiang Yan didn’t think too much and stepped into the Space.

At the moment, the progress over the small stream in the Space had reached 66%, and the stream itself had visibly become much clearer.

It was an incredibly beautiful little stream, apparently even coming with some vivid green aquatic plants and sparkling clear pebbles.

But the Spiritual Spring still looked just the same.

Jiang Yan was a bit worried that the upgrade pace of the two was not in sync.

However, there was no use worrying at this moment; she could only wait for the moment of miracles to unveil.

With a thought, she sensed that Hua Bao was still in the side-lying position, likely in the midst of a feeding frenzy.

Jiang Yan didn’t disturb it but went straight to the kitchen instead.

She brewed some Motherwort to drink and pasted a warming uterus patch on, then she prepared to cook herself some brown sugar wine sweetened eggs to eat.

The recipe was primitive and simple, but after eating it, she always felt much better.

That night, Jiang Yan went to sleep early.

She slept in the security house outside.

She hadn’t set an alarm clock, planning to sleep until she woke naturally the next day.

Because of her period, she hadn’t scheduled many things for herself the next day.

Apart from the usual firearm practice and familiarizing herself with the operation of the yacht, she planned to select some Planting eggs to put into the incubator to hatch slowly.

As for labor-intensive tasks like fencing the Planting Area and planting fruit trees, she planned to do them later.

Also, inspired by Su Dai planting vegetables on the balcony today, she decided to try growing vegetables on the balcony later on.

Even though she had a Planting Area in the Space and there was no shortage of vegetables in storage, trying to plant in such hostile external conditions was also preparing for the worst.

There were no specialized planting pots at home.

She remembered there were a bunch of large foam boxes for seafood and fruit in the Space.

After drilling a few holes in the bottom of these boxes to ensure ventilation and drainage, the makeshift planting pots were settled.

Thinking thus, she drifted off to sleep.

She didn’t know how long it had been when a loud “bang!” awoke Jiang Yan from her sleep.

Her room was supposed to be soundproof, so the fact that she could hear this meant that there was quite a disturbance outside.

The 32nd floor’s fire door was locked.

For such a noise to occur, the likely candidates were Ye Qing and Sun Jingtao and their group.

Although they were acquaintances, Jiang Yan didn’t just assume it was fine and open the door to go out.

Instead, she turned to look at the 32nd floor’s surveillance footage.

She hadn’t expected what she saw—a sight that startled her.

The originally tightly closed fire door of the 32nd floor was now open.

A burly man walked in, carrying something that resembled a police Door-breaking Hammer.