Romans & histoires Zombie Apocalypse Supplies

The project was originally expected to take two weeks, but the workers finished it in just three days after I repeatedly increased their pay. With only ten days left until Christmas, I had to move quickly to stock up on supplies. I stockpiled goods using apocalypse survival guides from online bloggers and bought 50 times the amount of every item on their lists. I bought 100 boxes each of long-lasting foods such as dry rations, canned goods, and dehydrated meals. I also bought 100 crates each of staples like rice and flour, which were easy to store and prepare. I stocked up on drinking water and water filtration equipment to ensure I could access clean water when the apocalypse came.

"Commander Norris, I-I didn't… Leon, help me…" Leon could barely hold himself together. He wiped sweat from his forehead, saying nothing. Less than ten minutes later, the guards returned. They carried in several large crates packed with medicine and sealed canned food, the shelter's most critical supplies. There were even a few unopened bottles of wine. "Commander Norris, we found these under Miranda's bed. And this… This is Captain Garrett's personal seal." The guard's voice was cold. Russell looked at the supplies, then at the refugees crying in the distance. He turned and struck Leon hard across the face.

Another disaster soon followed. In the span of a single night, the entire supply of processed serum stored in the base was contaminated by an unknown fungus. The serum was the lifeblood of the base. It was the source of every survivor's courage to leave the safety of the base to fight the zombies. And now, panic spread through the entire base like a plague. "Did you hear the news? All the serum reserves can no longer be used!" "What are we supposed to do now? If another zombie horde comes, we're screwed!"

"Scrap the dirt bikes!" [Scrapping complete! Steel x90 units acquired] [Scrapping complete! Rubber x15 units acquired] [Scrapping complete! Electronic Components x10 sets acquired] Then he turned his attention to all the loot dropped by the zombies. "All of it. Take everything." Jake waved his hand. The supplies vanished on the spot. [Acquired: Bottled Water, Premium Rice, Soy Sauce, Peanut Oil, Lard, a complete set of fantasy novels, fresh produce...] ... Ten minutes later, the once-bloody factory courtyard was swept clean.

For drinking water, I ordered five hundred jugs and had them moved into the bunker, along with ten high-powered water purifiers. Aside from food, medicine would become the rarest hard currency in the zombie apocalypse. I cleaned out five pharmacies, buying antibiotics, anti-inflammatory medicine, fever medicine, painkillers, and all kinds of first-aid kits and surgical tools. Finally, I made a trip to the black market and got three military-grade compound crossbows, several thousand steel bolts, two machetes, and a stab-resistant suit. When the last batch of supplies had been moved into the bunker, the reinforced blast door slowly closed.

"Isn't Ate Demy alone in the dorm? Why don't we get her? Let's try it. It's hard to be alone. " "Will Tito Jim agree?" he asked. "Of course he will. Tomorrow, do you want to go with me?" He nodded and smiled at me. "I had an idea, Claire." I looked at him. I arranged my cards, and then he spoke again. "What if, while we're out tomorrow, we also look for supplies, and if we're lucky, we might find guns or any weapons that are much better than what we have right now?" "Yeah. It's not like we're in those Western TV shows about zombies. They already have guns ready. That's why I don't particularly appreciate watching TV shows and movies. They're so fictional. Too far from reality."

After all, none of the stuff she asked is outlandish, like storing food in vacuum packs or buying a military grade weapon. What she asked was bare minimum they needed to do. Her mother will probably not empty out the kitchen, but the remaining supplies, even if mutated, could probably be contained after the apocalypse. Only, last time, her mother turned into a zombie. Yanlong is sad for her, she prayed earnestly that it will not happen this time around, but she made her peace with the fact already. Add to that, Jade items reduce chances of turning into zombies? There were only rumors, no official announcements.

Just Ray stops laughing, wipes the red honey off his lips with his shirt, and moves around the metallic cave, trying to find something. “I’m not taking you—” “Why not!?” “I am not getting killed,” Just Ray shouted. “Just Ray, do not fret. No one will kill you,” I promised. “We will keep you alive forever, your honey is wonderful!” He eyed me suspiciously and moved piles of his treasures to the side, useless things until he found a life-saver. It’s black with various patches sewn in to keep it together, the metal rusting, the handle made of wood, and he rubs a strange substance on it to get it to open up.

“Okay, we have only 17 hours now to order as much things as possible food, clothing, water and other stuff, I will take care of food, and will use all the money I have in my possession to order it, Dani here are our clothes measurements, you handle the clothing and shoes and also the things like showers supplies and towels, make sure to make some clothes a few size bigger, you said that winter was especially bad in the apocalypse so you make sure to order thick clothing, do the same for all corresponding seasons.” “Noah, you handle the tools we need to survive in the apocalypse, such as generators, water, a lot of water, get as many of those as you can. Also, please buy guns and weapons too.

Jake nodded, rolled up his sleeves, and headed out into the cool autumn air to start reshaping the steel. Meanwhile, Jolie and Briggs sat down together at a long wooden table inside the courtyard tent. They meticulously worked on a detailed supply list that Sergeant Noah Park and Private Virginia Yosh had put together, cross-referencing their new warehouse haul to see exactly how much winter gear and bulk grocery foods could be distributed to the base personnel. The rest of the team gathered on the plush couches to focus entirely on their growth. Taking large handfuls of the level-one zombie cores they had harvested at the canning factory, they began the grueling, vibrating process of absorb