After I Fully Prepared for the Apocalypse, the Ungrateful Cried with Regret-Chapter 137: Regrouping

"So this is what you use to harm people?"

Nina Jacobs was a little curious.

She pinned Wesley Hawthorne under her foot and slowly injected the contents of the syringe into his back.

Within a few seconds, Wesley Hawthorne stopped moving.

He seemed to have passed out cold.

’It works that well?’

Nina Jacobs suddenly found herself interested in the drug.

’This isn’t just an ordinary anesthetic, is it?’

She walked over to Tina Rhodes and the others.

With a wave of her hand, she used a Fire Blade to cut the ropes and Wood Element Vines binding them.

"Thank you, thank you for saving us."

Tina Rhodes never dreamed they would be free just like that.

"Do you know where I can find a doctor?"

Nina Jacobs asked.

"A doctor?

I know, I know!

Doctor Lynch was locked up by them. He should still be alive!"

the short-haired girl next to Tina Rhodes said excitedly.

"Right, and there are others.

Besides us, they’ve captured a lot of people!"

Their faces were all bruised and swollen, but their expressions were incredibly agitated.

"We’ll—we’ll go find Doctor Lynch and the others right now!"

"Okay. I’m not familiar with this place.

I’ll have to trouble you with what comes next."

Nina Jacobs pointed to Wesley Hawthorne on the ground not far away.

Wesley Hawthorne probably wasn’t dead, just knocked unconscious by the drug.

She left the rest to Tina Rhodes and her group.

Meanwhile, she walked into the courtyard of the four captors.

Inside the three-story building where they lived, she discovered a large amount of supplies.

The second and third floors were completely filled with food supplies.

The rooms on the first floor seemed to hold supplies looted from other Superpower Users.

There was a considerable amount.

’Looks like they really did harm a lot of people.’

Nina Jacobs gazed at the miscellaneous supplies.

There were hundreds of backpacks alone.

The kitchen was also filled with numerous drugs and all sorts of bottles and jars.

To think so many people had fallen into the hands of an old man, a child, a man, and a woman.

It must have been because of these drugs.

Nina Jacobs collected all the drugs into her system’s storage grid.

She took some of the supplies from the second and third floors, leaving some behind.

As for the miscellaneous supplies on the first floor, she didn’t plan on touching them.

Tina Rhodes and the others quickly rescued the remaining survivors.

Some of them appeared to be in critical condition.

Others were on the verge of death from starvation or severe dehydration.

"Inside are the supplies they looted.

You can use them to help people."

Nina Jacobs said.

"I’ll go get the medical kit first.

Quick, anyone with strength left, go cook some rice water.

As fast as you can!"

Upon hearing this, a man in his twenties immediately began directing the people around him.

"The rice water is the most useful form of Electrolyte Water,

it will be good for everyone."

Easton Lynch emphasized after a flurry of activity.

"You’re a doctor?"

Nina Jacobs asked.

"Yes, I’m Easton Lynch, an orthopedic surgeon from City J’s Third People’s Hospital.

Thank you for saving all of us."

Easton Lynch looked at Nina Jacobs, who appeared to be college-aged.

None of them had expected that a girl like her would be the one to save them all.

It turned out that Easton Lynch and the others were all survivors fleeing to City D.

"City J is done for.

The command headquarters advised us to head to City D.

Along the way, we were chased by zombies, chased by zombie animals...

We finally made it here and thought we could catch our breath..."

"...Who would have thought that such a small child was also a trickster.

After we drank the water and ate the food they gave us, we woke up locked in the cellar."

Easton Lynch recounted the events of the past few days.

"The first group had it even worse.

Many were beaten, starved, or died of thirst.

Some were even used by them as bait for Zombie Rats... No matter how much we begged, it was useless."

Someone started crying as they spoke.

"When they captured a Space Superpower User, they would torture us in all sorts of ways.

They’d force us to hand over all the supplies in our spatial storage...

If we didn’t, they would torture our friends and family.

A few of my friends were beaten to death by Wesley Hawthorne.

But I really didn’t have any supplies left in my storage."

Tina Rhodes said, breaking down.

Nina Jacobs was a little confused.

"There must be Superpower Users among you.

Couldn’t you use your Superpowers against them?"

There were only four of them, after all.

"They’re very cunning.

They killed all the Gold Element Superpower Users.

They locked the rest of us, the other elemental Superpower Users, in iron cages in the cellar.

They were planning to starve us to death."

a man, so emaciated he was unrecognizable, said weakly.

"Yeah, that drug alone is enough to half-kill you.

With no food or water, even with a Superpower, it’s a dead end."

"Maybe we shouldn’t have tried to go to City D.

Now that things have come to this, the road ahead will only be harder..."

Most of the rescued people were still trapped in despair.

The journey here had already been arduous.

Just when they thought they’d finally encountered kindness, they fell into an even deeper trap.

There was no hope in their eyes, only the despondence of being locked in that sunless cellar.

Everyone in the courtyard fell silent.

Nina Jacobs looked at them and said just one sentence:

"They’re building a human base in City D."

That one sentence made many of them look up.

"A human base?"

Not a shelter anymore.

’A human base?’

"The Drakonia broadcast told you to go to places with shelters now because this is the right time."

Nina Jacobs said.

Right now, many zombies are still sealed within the cities.

But in the future, mutated zombies will become more and more numerous, and they’ll grow stronger.

Most importantly, supplies and resources aren’t that scarce right now.

If you’re careful along the road, you can always scavenge some supplies.

Some gas stations even have gasoline left.

"Yeah, we’ve fought so hard to make it this far.

City D is just ahead!"

Tina Rhodes winced in pain as medicine was applied to her wounds, but after hearing Nina Jacobs’s words, the pain no longer frightened her.

"Our supplies are still here.

Everyone, let’s regroup and set off again!"

Someone had already discovered the supplies that were left behind.

Seeing that things were more or less settled, Nina Jacobs prepared to leave.

"Miss Jacobs, besides Wesley Hawthorne,

there should be one more person. A few of us are planning to go look for him."

Tina Rhodes said, catching up to her with several other Superpower Users.

"Are you looking for him?"

Nina Jacobs pointed to a hunched figure in the distance.

The figure was limping slowly toward them, looking particularly strange in the darkness.

It wasn’t until he got closer that they realized with a shock.

It was an elderly zombie?!

"Is that the old man?"

"We were looking for him! That old bastard is pure evil!

He’s the one who tricked us into coming here!"

The group went forward and killed the zombie.

"But didn’t he run away? How did he turn into a zombie?"

"This village may be sealed off,

but I’m afraid there might still be dangers. We need to be careful."

Tina Rhodes and the others assumed there might be other zombies in the village.

"I’m going back to rest now."

Nina Jacobs said goodbye to the group.

The boy’s grandfather had been tracked down by her Little Zombie Rat.

After finding him, she had Controlled the Little Zombie Rat to bite him directly.

Although the Little Zombie Rat’s exterior was covered in Wood Element bark, it still carried the zombie virus inside.

After being bitten, the boy’s grandfather quickly turned into a zombie.

Naturally, he was then lured over by the group...

「The next morning.」

Someone had already brought breakfast for Nina Jacobs.

"This is... a lot."

Nina Jacobs said, looking at a whole basket full of steamed buns.