Reborn 60 Days Before The Apocalypse のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 171 - チャプター 180

Scarlett’s lips tugged downwards in a frown.Her meeting with Marcus could not be missed for any reason. He was not just bringing her jewelry. He was bringing over building materials for the houses on the beach.They also had to discuss the trade of her excess food for supplies.Lee noticed the look on Scarlett’s face and decided to volunteer. “At sunrise, we can go out to find a suitable route for you to use—”“If we wait until tomorrow morning, the heat might catch us on the road,” Lee said, stepping forward to join the conversation. “We should go now.”Scarlett’s first instinct was to refuse. “It is way too late tonight. People must be erratic out there because of the temperature spike. You might run into danger.”Leon smiled to reassure her. “It is just a quick run in and out and we will take our guns. If anything happens, we will come straight home.”Without giving her a chance to refuse again, he grabbed Lee’s shoulder and the two men went up the cliff.Scarlett stared after Leo

Scarlett’s hand instantly flew to her gun. She dropped to a squat, pulling down Marcus beside her.Marcus trembled all over but remained quiet.Scarlett peeked around the side of the car to get a closer look at what was happening.Two men stood opposite each other, one holding a sashimi knife over the other. The man who was on the floor clutching his bleeding sleeve.“You said that we would split the loot if I led you here,” the bleeding man hissed. “What the hell are you doing now?”The attacker scoffed, leaning down to grip the man’s chin tightly with his fingers. “And since when did I take orders from you? Who do you think you are?”“You would not even know about the supplies without me—”As the victim’s voice started to rise again, the attacker slapped him, pointing the knife at his neck. “Be quiet, you bastard! Are you trying to give us away?”Marcus replayed the voices in his head until he was sure without a doubt.“Ron,” he whispered.Scarlett’s head snapped back for a moment.

They all waited but there were no more explosions.Leon decided to risk it and go closer to the window to check.“What is it?” Scarlett asked, her heart pounding in her chest.“The electric poles,” Leon replied a moment later. “They fell and exploded. I can see a fire in the distance. I’m not sure if it is because of the heat or the plants.”Scarlett paused and pinched the bridge of her nose. These days, it was just one problem after another.“How about the wall?” Lee asked, going over to Leon’s side. “The explosion hit pretty hard…oh, there are no scars.”That was when Scarlett remembered that the exterior of her house was fortified. The base’s fortified features must be protecting the house in the real world as well.She explained all of this to them and they sighed in relief.“At this point, I should probably stay in the base forever,” Nica said, curling up on one of the couches.Scarlett smiled and they all headed into the base to sleep.Early the next morning, they got started on

Scarlett paused at the tone they spoke about the settlements with.Why did Garren sound upset?“Are the settlements not a good thing?” Scarlett asked bluntly.Garren shook his head though Scarlett could not see him.“They are technically alright. Good location. Food. Water. Air conditioning. It just rubs me the wrong way…Like why would random people go out of their way to care so much for strangers?”Shirley nodded. “Yes, there has to be some kind of catch but most people are not willing to look past the benefits—”“Including Garren’s parents?” Scarlett added, understanding the picture now.The couple has a real point.This was the apocalypse, a very non-ideal time to be thinking of others or playing superhero. Yet the founders of these settlements had decided to take care of literal strangers with no benefit to them.The more Scarlett thought about it, the less it made sense.Maybe one or two humanitarian groups would make sense but it sounded like there were multiple, popping up aro

“Miss Paris, the band-aids ran out again!”“Miss, the younger widows are clamoring for new bedspaces. The place they are at now, the walls are cracked.”“Miss, I brought up the topic of us establishing a school in the settlement. Is that still on the table?”Paris sat with her hands intertwined, her forehead resting on them as she listened to the settlement’s junior administrators shout their grievances over one another.For the umpteenth time, she wondered why on Earth she had decided to take on this administrative assistant job.On paper, it sounded wonderful, like a regular secretary job. She had not realized when she agreed to work that she was going to practically be running the settlement.She had never even met the real settlement founder once. All he had done with her was send go-betweens when got hired and now, when he delivered supplies.And even now, she never saw the person that delivered the supplies. All she knew was that she would wake up one morning and the upper layer