CHAPTER 164: CHAPTER 90 NEW WORLD [SURVIVOR] (6K)_3

It seems that food isn’t too scarce at the moment.

But when it comes to martial arts medicine, it might be hard to come by.

I’m not sure if the medicines in this world differ from those in reality.

If there’s a big difference, even finding a pharmacy won’t leave much time to research formulas for unleashing internal strength.

However, if there are conditions, learning some knowledge is still possible.

Zhang Feng pondered, stood up, and took a can of beef from the shelf.

It just came out this year, 2011.

Rustle—

Zhang Feng tore it open and ate. After a few bites, he looked at the other meridians in his body, continuing Spirit Awakening and resonance.

...

"That’s about it."

A dozen minutes later.

The young man seemed to have cleaned out the supermarket’s stock, placing it beside Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng looked at it; it was enough for a normal adult to eat for three days.

At the same time, Zhang Feng also found it curious that in the apocalypse, people like this young man are quite rare.

If it were someone else, they might not have woken him up and taken everything instead.

Even worse.

He might have even become food himself.

At least if it were Little Tiger, King Snake, or those big villains.

Under the pressure of survival, this would be nine times out of ten.

’I do miss Brother King Snake.’

Zhang Feng felt a bit sentimental, thinking Brother King Snake and the others would probably enjoy the freedom of the apocalypse, running along the edges amid the zombie tides.

"What’s your name?"

At this moment, the young man sat across from Zhang Feng, passing him a bottle of water, "I’m Mao Yasheng, but my friends call me Ah Sheng.

I also have a nickname, Shengzi. It’s what my dad liked to call me, telling me to have kids, hahaha."

Ah Sheng said with a slightly nostalgic smile as he opened a bag of food.

’He’s not in the right frame of mind.’ Zhang Feng noticed a flicker of daze in his eyes, realizing he had a psychological problem.

After all, it’s the apocalypse, and he’s still able to laugh so cheerfully?

There must be something wrong, likely.

But it’s probably not severe, maybe just a little neurotic, or absent-minded?

"Zhang Feng." Zhang Feng didn’t mind and also picked up a packet of crackers, "Just call me Zhang Feng."

"Then I’ll call you Ah Zhang." Ah Sheng nodded, then earnestly said, "Ah Zhang, I gathered my courage to leave home today, and you’re the first person I’ve met.

Can we talk for a while?"

"Alright." While eating, Zhang Feng continued to resonate, "Let’s start by talking about food.

You see."

Zhang Feng hadn’t dealt with a mental patient before, but he seriously said, "First of all, these things are enough for two to three days, but the supermarket isn’t safe, so we need to find a safe place.

Do you know anything around here?"

"Where to go?" Ah Sheng had no idea, "This place seems safe to me, so I thought of staying here."

"No use, the ground floor isn’t safe." Zhang Feng ignored his words, only asking questions, "Is there a large mall nearby?"

A mall has floors, and there might be plenty of food.

There’s no way that just one month into the apocalypse, someone would have emptied an entire mall.

Only, Zhang Feng searched his memory, but realized he had just started his internship in this city and was completely unfamiliar with the geography.

So he had to ask him.

"About five or six miles away?" Ah Sheng knew and pointed to the right, "From here, after crossing three streets, you’ll get there."

"Okay." Zhang Feng finished the crackers and then ate a sausage, "It’s morning now, let’s head over while it’s daylight."

"Hmm." Ah Sheng nodded, initially hesitant to leave, but now he wanted to go.

"Then let’s get ready to set off."

Zhang Feng got up, looked around, and picked up two long stainless steel kitchen knives, fitting nicely.

The supermarket only had these weapons; the rest, like fire axes and extinguishers, had been taken away.

The shelves were modular, strong per inch, and could be used, but they didn’t handle as smoothly as knives.

Zhang Feng tried them all, choosing to wield the double knives and carry a shelf crossbeam, about 1.2 meters long, on his back.

Ah Sheng didn’t take anything, just stood there, wide-eyed, staring at the fully equipped Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng pointed to the food, "There’s a bag over there, pack it and carry it."

"Okay." Ah Sheng found a bag and began packing things, but suddenly paused.

His gaze was fixed on a sausage.

Zhang Feng found it strange, looked at him, then at the sausage, not seeing anything unusual.

"What’s wrong?" Zhang Feng asked.

He didn’t speak, just stared at the sausage.

Then after about ten seconds, he resumed packing as if nothing had happened.

Zhang Feng thought for a moment, looked at his numb yet natural state, ’Initially, I thought he was a bit neurotic, but now I can tell he must have been traumatized, driven mad.

Damn this wretched apocalypse.’

Zhang Feng thought to himself, patting Ah Sheng on the shoulder, "Ah Sheng, once outside, stay close to me.

No matter what happens, don’t stray from around me.

If we need to run, I’ll let you know in advance."

"Okay." Ah Sheng obediently followed alongside Zhang Feng, but after two steps, suddenly said, "My mom ate my dad, I locked my mom at home. I don’t want to go home, can we not go home?"

Zhang Feng paused for a moment, then hefted his knife and headed out, "Let’s go, find food at the mall."

"Sure!" Ah Sheng was very happy.

Leaving the supermarket.

Zhang Feng looked up at the sky.

Damn sun still rises just the same.

"Stay close to me."

Zhang Feng surveyed the surroundings, seeing cars, electric bikes, and automated vehicles involved in crashes on the front and back streets.

Skeletons, darkened bloodstains, shattered glass, mixed with dust covering the streets.

Further a hundred meters away.

Several zombies in tattered clothes were wandering, their flesh somewhat dry, as if sun-parched.