CHAPTER 998: CHAPTER 234: IS THIS SHELTER REALLY LEGIT? (PART 3)

Xiaohui continued, "The founder of this shelter is named Zhang Changrui. The survivors who came here all work for him. As long as you work honestly, you’ll be secure."

Zhang Changrui?

Wu Hao had never heard this name, but from here he understood that this shelter should be under the other’s dictatorship.

"Don’t overthink it, it’s not as scary as you imagine. The survivors living here are all very happy, and Director Zhang takes good care of us." Seeing Wu Hao frown and assuming he was overthinking things, Xiaohui quickly added.

Wu Hao said, "If I want to leave here, how do I get my belongings back from them?"

Xiaohui was surprised, "It’s so dangerous outside, why do you still want to go out? Isn’t it nice to stay here?"

Wu Hao shook his head and said, "I came out to find my family."

Regarding Wu Hao’s statement about finding his family, Xiaohui didn’t say much, but she felt that it would be difficult to find one’s family, or in other words, from the moment the apocalypse broke out, the family might have already become food for the zombies.

"I’m not too sure about that, because the survivors who come here all willingly stay and don’t want to go outside." Xiaohui said.

And just at that moment.

A knocking sound came.

"Are you home?"

"Yes, come in." Xiaohui responded.

Cre-eak.

A man in camouflage uniform walked in, carrying a tray. When he saw Wu Hao, he nodded with a smile and then placed the tray in front of Xiaohui.

"You didn’t pick up your meal from the canteen. Knowing your leg was sprained, I brought it to you."

"Thank you."

"Alright, I’ll be off then." The man in camouflage uniform turned and left.

Wu Hao looked at the food on the plate, some things resembling sausages, two in total, and a few slices of vegetables.

"Is this meat?"

Xiaohui replied, "Yeah, it’s sausage. The food here is quite good; there’s always meat to eat. Since you haven’t eaten, you can have one."

"No need, you have it. I found something to eat elsewhere when I came here." Wu Hao said.

"Alright then."

Xiaohui gnawed on the sausage, eating with relish, showing a very satisfied expression. As she ate, she looked down and pulled a short black hair out from the sausage.

"Auntie really doesn’t pay attention to hygiene, but well, it’s already the apocalypse, who cares about such things."

Wu Hao, sitting beside, watched Xiaohui eat with an oily mouth, and slightly revised his impression of the shelter. Maybe it wasn’t as bad as he thought.

Not long after, Xiaohui finished her meal and drank a glass of water, showing a look of happiness.

"Being full, feels great."

"Yeah, being able to eat to fullness in the apocalypse is truly not an easy thing."

"I actually advise you not to rush to leave just yet. You can stay here for a while. We have many survivors here, you never know, your family might be here too."

Wu Hao thought about it and felt that Xiaohui made quite a bit of sense.

It seems indeed not bad.

"Alright then, I’ll rest my feet here for now."

Xiaohui said, "I’ll take you to find a house. If you’re lucky, you might find an available place."

"An available house? Are there any available here?" Wu Hao asked doubtfully.

"There should be."

"What about the previous occupants?"

Xiaohui thought for a moment and said, "They might have left the shelter, or perhaps gotten sick. In this era, when it’s hard to find medicine, a small illness can often claim a life."

Wu Hao listened, nodding without saying much more.

Indeed, that’s true.

A small illness can often claim a life.

Originally, Xiaohui intended to help him find a house, but he refused. With a sprained foot, it’s better to rest well. From reading the booklet, he knew that to find an available house, he needed to find the person in charge of this area.

Since he had already decided to stay here for a while.

There was no rush to retrieve the motorcycle and satellite phone.

After much hustle and bustle.

Wu Hao was assigned a room, a dozen wooden houses away from Xiaohui’s, not too far. When he entered the room, there was a bed, a table, and nothing else.

There was a ready-made mattress on the bed, but it looked wrinkled. He picked it up and smelled it.

A man familiar with the scent of a man.

The previous occupant should have been a man. As for where he went, either sick and passed away, or left the shelter.

Making do with sleeping, always being outside, he hadn’t had a good sleep yet.

Falling onto the bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Mom, where on earth are you..."

Wu Hao thought of his mother, with a sense of doubt in his heart, but he didn’t want to believe this doubt, always holding the belief that his mother was still alive, constantly searching in the apocalypse.

Gradually, perhaps really a bit tired, he closed his eyes and fell into a dream, forgetting all the matters, leaving everything for after he woke up.

In the morning.

Wu Hao opened his eyes, his spirit in a very good state, got dressed and got out of bed, since he planned to stay here for a short while, it was better to find a job, at least to secure food and drink.

Pushing open the door, there were few passersby, probably busy with their own affairs.

He walked towards where Xiaohui lived, greeting people he met with a smile, and they smiled back in response.

Arriving at Xiaohui’s place.

"Xiaohui, are you there?" Wu Hao shouted from outside the door.

There was no reply from inside.