Fu Anan was startled and paddled desperately with a paddle he made from a kitchen knife.
The person behind her chased her for several streets, until Fu Anan herself didn't even know how many streets she had turned before she finally shook off the person chasing her.
I didn’t expect the shelter to be even more horrific than the community, but when you think about it, it’s understandable that the shelter has become like this.
There is no food supply and more and more people are asking for help.
I couldn't hold out for a few days.
The victims were starving, and neither were the staff. No one in the government was working, and order was gradually breaking down. Wasn't the shelter the worst place
Fu Anan sat in the basin and took a few deep breaths.
When people relaxed and were blown by the wind, they felt cold, thirsty and hungry.
Fu Anan took out a bottle of mineral water, took two big gulps, and continued to row forward. The most important thing for her now was to find a place to stay.
The rain is really heavy.
If you don't change into dry clothes, hypothermia can be fatal.
She didn't even dare to go into an ordinary high-rise building.
Until she saw a building with only two floors left, with a "POLICE" sign on it.
Fu Anan's eyes lit up and he paddled hard towards the house.
I climbed in through the window and found that the floor below was flooded.
After walking around inside, I found that the police station was empty, with no one in it.
Fu Anan dragged the large plastic basin in and placed it on the second floor. There was a small sofa in the largest office here, with a police uniform hanging next to it.
There is a photo on the table, showing a family of three with bright smiles.
Fu Anan took a look, covered the photo, took off her wet clothes and changed into dry clothes.
Fu Anan left in such a hurry that she only took one set of clothes with her.
Looking at the large police uniform hanging next to him, Fu Anan put it into his own space.
It is the sixteenth day in Beaver City.
Fu Anan glanced at the clock in the office which was still ticking. It was already eleven o'clock in the morning. The previous tension and coldness were gone, and the feeling of hunger in her stomach was particularly obvious.
Fu Anan: (⊙ｏ⊙)!
One minute later
A small fire started in the office.
Fu Anan collected a pile of books and papers from the office, and placed a small lunch box on the flame of moderate size.
The lunch box was filled with water and it boiled in no time.
Fu Anan hummed a song and put the instant noodles in.
Add ham and boiled eggs...
This was the first hot bite of food she had eaten after the gas and power outages.
Even now, fire is a luxury.
After eating and drinking, Fu Anan put the lighter in his pocket and went looking for treasure in the only two floors that had not been flooded.
Now that she was at the police station, she hoped to find a gun.
But it was not easy to find, and she did not see any weapons storage room. After walking through all the rooms on the two floors, she finally found a small wooden handgun in the cabinet of the innermost room on the lower floor where there was water.
And a handful of bullets.
Fu Anan chuckled, loaded the bullets, and put them into the space.
She has now upgraded her kitchen knives to cannons.
In addition to the wooden warehouse, Fu Anan also picked up a lot of small wooden stools.
He cleared a larger space in the originally empty office, lit a slightly larger fire than before, and set up racks around it to dry the wet clothes.
The bright red flames formed a sharp contrast with the heavy rain outside the window.
Fu Anan sat on the sofa and felt a little touched. It was better to come out.
(End of this chapter)