Apocalypse: I Can See the HP Bar, Killing Monsters Drops Loot Chapter 2 - 2 2 Taking Good Care of Sister-in-Law_1

2 Chapter 2 Taking Good Care of Sister-in-Law_1 Translator: 549690339

Wang Tao's parents had encountered a fatal accident and left this world when he was just a child, leaving him in the care of his grandparents. Sadly, those grandparents passed away one by one several years back. Regarding other family members, he maintained little to no connection with them, which meant that amid this doomsday scenario, Wang Tao faced few personal bonds to fret over.

Nevertheless, he possessed a handful of close friends, and Wang Tao absolutely refused to let misfortune befall them.

As he launched his social media application, an overwhelming barrage of over 99 messages assaulted the screen. Yet, the substance of those notifications rapidly weighed down his spirits.

Within the drama crew's chat group, the records revealed that nearly all participants who had headed to the film studio for shooting two days prior had suffered tragic fates. By chance, he had skipped that session and thus narrowly avoided the catastrophe.

Currently, silence reigned in the group with no activity. The final update dated back to the previous morning, delivered by an actress who mentioned a beast prowling beyond her door. She expressed deep fear before the conversation abruptly halted.

To Wang Tao's astonishment, the youthful director named Zhao, residing opposite his place, had dialed his number multiple times and dispatched a slew of texts.

April 4th, 11:34

Wang, word is you skipped the filming? You home right now? If so, hit me back quick! This is serious!

April 4th, 22:08

Bro, I'm holed up at the studio for the moment. Hope you haven't turned zombie on me? Things are nightmarish out there; stay safe!

Oh, and your sister-in-law's back at the house too, but supplies are running low. If you get the chance, watch out for her. I'll owe you big time once we get through this mess!

April 5th, 18:49

Bro, I'm starting to think I won't pull through. Before it's over for me, I've got one request. Take care of your sister-in-law, okay? She's terrified alone and food's scarce. I'm worried she can't hold out till help arrives...

April 5th, 21:13

Bro, my brother! Answer me, please! You gone or something?! Argh! I'm losing my mind here!

These stood as the concluding messages, clearly showing Brother Zhao teetering on the edge of despair.

Wang Tao fired off a response:

Brother Zhao, it's me, alive and kicking. Rest easy, I'll try my hardest to look after sister-in-law!

He avoided bold promises, merely stating he'd exert effort. Giving it his best implied aiding when feasible, but if circumstances prevented it, his survival took priority.

Following the dispatch, he lingered in anticipation, yet silence followed—no comeback. It appeared Director Zhao's odds of making it were exceedingly low.

With a heavy sigh, Wang Tao swiftly scanned the latest official updates circulating on the web.

After about thirty minutes, he grasped the gist of the unfolding crisis.

The morning of April 4th, right after his bewildering experience, the zombie outbreak struck out of nowhere. The precise onset remained murky. By the moment floods of reports surfaced online, the chaos had already spiraled out of control.

Netizens had shared plenty of insights regarding zombie behaviors across the internet.

Such undead creatures featured rigid limbs, moved at a sluggish pace, displayed poor nimbleness, and suffered from severely impaired eyesight; targeting their skulls proved most effective. Still, they endured without fatigue, boasted tremendous power, shunned bright light, and relied on sharp auditory senses...

Any individual nipped or clawed by a zombie faced inevitable infection, transforming into one of the horde! Frequently, however, victims fell prey to consumption by the monsters prior to completing the change.

Authorities swiftly dispatched military forces to quell the rampage. Against the barrage of heavy weaponry, the zombies crumbled with ease. But in an instant, devoid of any forewarning, the troops themselves morphed into the walking dead!

No external threat rivals the terror of betrayal from within.

The authorities' efforts to contain the epidemic crumbled.

By now, society teetered on the brink of total anarchy, and escalating disorder bred ever more casualties. The global tally of zombies eluded precise count, yet it loomed as a horrifying multitude.

Wang Tao perused additional chat clusters, noting some retained bursts of interaction.

There, individuals unleashed frustrations, though a greater portion pleaded for timelines on governmental aid, their pantries depleted.

These desperate pleas prompted Wang Tao to dash to the kitchen and inspect his stockpiles, whereupon his countenance darkened noticeably.

His provisions proved meager, sufficient perhaps for three or four days at most. He rarely dined domestically, and excess stores risked spoilage. The 10kg rice sack acquired last month now sat at half capacity. Fortunately, his gas canister, freshly refilled, promised three months' worth.

Suddenly, identical alerts materialized across every group chat at once.

[Government announcement: All survivors must remain in secure locations and avoid venturing outside unnecessarily. We have rallied extensive teams for evacuation efforts. Preliminary large-scale survivor bases stand ready, and relocation to them will proceed step by step. Moreover, to address shortages of vital goods among certain households, airdrops of essentials will commence in zombie-sparse zones. Should your residence desperately require provisions, consider braving the drops. The primary Survivor Base in Huangfeng City resides at No. 32 Fuqiang Street, Red Stone County; smaller bases are situated at...]

The alert concluded with an image depicting a fortified survivor outpost encircled by imposing barriers, exuding an aura of security.

A wave of exhilaration swept through readers upon encountering this broadcast.

Rescue's on the horizon! Hold the line, everyone!

Sob sob, help is coming at last! I need to reach that Survivor Base...

Thank goodness I've got rice left; I can endure a bit longer.

Buddy, my place is out of eats! Got an 80-year-old mom and a 3-year-old kid—starvation's closing in! Lend some grub, and I'll pay back ten times over later!

Er, hold tight for the drops; this stash is barely for my wife and me. Plus, we're blocks apart!

But outside terrifies me! Swing by and drop it off; I'll be waiting inside!

Scram, you coward—too scared for airdrops yet expect me to deliver? Blocked, forget it!

Come on, show some compassion...

Wang Tao shook his head, pondering how chaos revealed every type of character.

This stemmed from his local Happy Community channel. The sympathy seeker hailed from Building No. 2 across the way, a fellow film studio worker Wang Tao recognized. If memory served, the man was an unattached singleton—where'd the grandma and toddler come from?

Wang Tao then browsed further groups, where in his work crew and schoolmate circles, folks suggested rendezvous at the Survivor Base upon arrival.

In unfamiliar territory devoid of familiar faces, uniting with known contacts offered mutual support against the unknown.

Wang Tao deemed this a solid plan. Years of navigating societal pitfalls had taught him the perils of human behavior. He tapped to acknowledge, intending to affirm agreement, but a crimson alert flashed instead.

What? Connection severed? And cell service vanished too?!

Wang Tao's face paled.

Faint profanities echoed from below.

Fingers crossed it's brief...

With links severed, blackouts on electricity and water loomed inevitable.

In haste, Wang Tao collected every vessel available in his dwelling to stockpile water. He then prepared a modest meal for himself. He refrained from overindulging; resources dwindled, demanding careful rationing.