Chapter 57 Is This Thing Made of Rats and Cockroach?

That evening, the base forum once again updated with an urgent announcement!

Many survivors, habitually logging into the forum to chat and exchange information, immediately saw the announcement.

"A1 Shelter solemnly reminds everyone—according to confirmed intelligence from our base, the activity of the global Zombie virus is rapidly increasing. Once it reaches a certain limit, all Zombies will completely rampage and viciously attack human settlements. During this time, a large number of mutated creatures like Lickers will emerge. This phenomenon is referred to as—Zombie Storm!"

"The first Zombie Storm is approaching in ten days. At that time, all City Zombies will descend into madness, and the danger index for all citizens will greatly increase. Out of humanitarian spirit, this base reminds all major factions and survivors to prepare as soon as possible!"

"Friendly reminder: During the Zombie Storm, individual survivors should ideally hide underground. Rooftop and ground Shelters will no longer be safe!"

"Friendly reminder two: Effective immediately, this base will cease selling firearms and most supplies. Only a small amount of supplies will be available for exchange. Please be aware!"

The appearance of this announcement immediately ignited the entire City!

Whether they were survivors hiding in Shelters or individual survivors, everyone was terrified, their faces pale and their hearts pounding.

"Holy crap, holy crap, I just barely adapted to life in the apocalypse, hunting one or two Zombies every day for supplies, living a pretty good life. Are they trying to kill us now?"

"It's over, it's over, something big has happened. This Zombie Storm sounds terrifying. It's still a question whether we can survive it!"

"Damn it! Who are they trying to scare? I don't believe it's such a coincidence. Maybe this is just Yan Ye's way of restricting supplies and exploiting us!"

"Heh heh, believe it or not, everyone better start preparing. Anything can happen in this damned apocalypse."

"This isn't good. Who knows how many people will die this time!"

All the survivors were in a panic!

The bosses of various large and small factions also secretly grew tense.

If anyone else had issued such an announcement, everyone would definitely not have believed it.

But who would dare not believe an announcement issued by Yan Ye?

What if there really was a Zombie Storm? How many people would die then?

Individual survivors were relatively better off; at worst, they could store some supplies and hide. As long as they survived this storm, they could live.

But the major factions were in trouble. They had too many people under them, and there was nowhere to hide or escape!

They had to confront this terrifying storm, and it was very likely they would be the first to bear the brunt.

Therefore, in their panic, the various bosses rushed to contact Yan Ye, requesting to purchase more firearms. Unfortunately, even when Su Tianquan personally came to him, Yan Ye refused to sell any more.

The resulting panic continued to brew!

Many bosses began to urgently mobilize their forces, preparing to launch large-scale sweeps before the Zombie Storm began, seizing the opportunity to accumulate more power.

Under this calm before the storm!

The one to two million survivors throughout the City were all terrified and living each day like a year!

Early the next morning!

Thousands of survivors had gathered outside A1 Shelter.

These were all individual survivors who relied on the base for survival. Now, with the base restricting purchases, the Zombie Storm approaching, and various issues piling up, everyone was caught off guard.

This also had a huge impact on the lives of individual adventurers!

Therefore, everyone instinctively converged here.

"How is it? Is the news true? Is there really a Zombie Storm?"

"Holy crap, is this going to cause deaths? Is Yan Ye here? Let us into the base to hide, this is a matter of life and death!"

"Hide your ass! You're not from the base, so you want to get in? You're dreaming! Hurry up and exchange for some food to store instead!"

"Right, right! I still have 10 crystals here. Hurry and exchange for food and hide. It's easy for us individual survivors to hide. At worst, we can dig a cellar!"

Everyone was chattering and discussing animatedly!

But when they went to exchange for food, many were dumbfounded.

Because most supplies were no longer available for exchange; only a box-packaged item, which looked like a black paste when opened, could be exchanged.

"This is a nutrient meal!" A soldier from the base's management team introduced, "It's an apocalyptic meal synthesized from various nutritional materials, characterized by easy preservation, easy digestion, and high energy. It's also rich in various high-protein energy and trace elements. One box can provide a person's daily needs."

"Currently, the base only sells this type of nutrient meal to the outside. Its price is one crystal for five boxes. Those who wish to exchange, please queue up. Those who do not wish to exchange, please leave and do not gather outside the base."

"Hmm?"

Everyone was secretly surprised upon hearing this!

This nutrient meal was impressive; one box could meet a person's energy needs.

In other words, eating one box a day meant you wouldn't starve, right?

This was simply the best survival supply for the apocalypse!

"Give me five boxes, I'll try it first!"

A burly man mumbled, decisively pulled out a crystal, and began to exchange.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, he tore open the packaging, sniffed it, and then swallowed it in one gulp.

"No strange smell, a bit salty!" The burly man smacked his lips and commented, "It doesn't taste good, like eating mashed potatoes, but it really fills you up. After eating, I feel warm all over."

"Oh, really? That good? I need to buy some!"

"Whether it tastes good or not doesn't matter, as long as it fills your stomach!"

"Yan Ye is still the best. He's worried we'll starve. One crystal for five boxes is absolutely a fair price!"

Everyone became interested!

"Good my ass!" An adventurer in the crowd cursed, "My friend works in the base's food factory and produces this stuff. They say the nutrient meals are made from ground-up rat meat, insects, and cockroaches. The protein content is very high. Eat it if you're not disgusted!"

"Holy crap, this stuff is made from rat meat and cockroaches? Ugh! What did I just eat?"

"Damn it, these guys are too wicked, aren't they? Not only do they deliberately restrict supplies, but they also make us eat these cockroaches?"

"Bastard, Yan Ye, come out! You must give us an explanation today! We want clean bread, fruits, and vegetables! We don't want to eat insects!"

"Right! If you don't give us an explanation today, we're not leaving!"

"Damn it, Yan Ye isn't giving us a way to live! We can't just let this go! We want supplies! We want food! We won't eat cockroaches!"

The survivors outside the base all angrily clamored!

In truth, to survive, these people had eaten plenty of rat meat in the past.

Why were they suddenly so enraged? In reality, they just wanted to seize the opportunity to cause trouble.

The special ingredients of the nutrient meal gave them an excuse to erupt!

With the Zombie Storm approaching, they wanted to gain more, and gathering to cause trouble was the best option.

These adventurers, who had long grown accustomed to the brutal survival rules of the apocalypse, were fierce and ruthless, their gazes towards the base glowing like hungry wolves.