How to Raise a Baby in an Apocalypse - Chapter 398
Luo Feifan laughs and says, “The road to northern Hubei is closed. We’re following the main army and planning to retreat to Xiangcheng. Why didn’t you meet that big army?”
“Ahahaha~~~” The punk man laughs and shakes the machine gun clamped to the car window.
“Big? Is it as big as our convoy? We just passed by the direction of Xiangcheng without going in. I don’t know which army you’re talking about. I think it’s safe ahead. Why retreat? Why not join us, fight those damn zombies, and have some fun!”
“Hehehe.” Luo Feifan laughs as well, looking at the punk man and then at the cars behind the jeep.
They’re all jeeps, convertibles, sports cars, and other luxury vehicles. The people inside have a rock band vibe—leather jackets, colorful hairstyles, nose rings, earrings, lip rings, and so on.
Some bring their girlfriends, some don’t, but their styles are quite uniform—not like a bunch of survivors thrown together after the end of the world.
Luo Feifan chuckles and says, “The zombies up ahead have evolved to be pretty fierce. Not only are they strong, but their tongues are like frogs’, and they can catch humans. Besides zombies, there are mutant rats and cats too.”
“Cats and rats?”
The punk man makes a funny expression behind his sunglasses. Standing on the seat, he waves his hand casually and says, “That’s great. Let these little bastards see how powerful our submachine guns are.”
The “rock band” in the cars behind cheer loudly, carrying a ‘live for today, drink for today’ kind of madness.
Seeing he can’t persuade them, Luo Feifan shakes his head, gets back in the car, honks the horn, and Zhan Lian, driving the first car, slowly passes the punk man’s group.
When it’s Luo Feifan’s turn, he rolls down the window, looks at the punk man outside, and asks, “Did you really not see the big team on your way here? It was a big team heading toward Xiangcheng, probably thousands of people.”
The punk man shrugs, and a little boy driving with him says, “We just left the national highway from the Beijing-Hong Kong Expressway and went straight north, never entered Xiangcheng.”
That means the big team Luo Feifan mentions has probably entered Xiangcheng. But is it really that fast?
Not only does Luo Feifan have doubts, but An Ran, sitting in Zhan Lian’s car, also feels suspicious.
She thinks back to when she, Yun Tao, and the others stopped and started along the way—they take over half a month to get from Xiangcheng to Tiesi Village by the national highway, including a section of the Beijing-Hong Kong Expressway.
Now, they haven’t taken a single step on the Beijing-Hong Kong Expressway and have gone entirely by national road, and Tang Jianjun is carrying several large trucks full of old, weak, sick, disabled, and pregnant women. How could they have moved so fast? To get into Xiangcheng in one night?
Reality confirms the punk man’s words. After passing his team, An Ran understands why Tang Jianjun’s team moves so quickly: the road is smooth, and they don’t see a single zombie or mutant animal.
In such a safe environment, it’s no wonder the team can run fast.
The cars keep going until they reach a gas station on the national highway. Zhan Lian says to An Ran, who’s holding Doll in the back of the car, “I’ll go check if there’s any fuel here.”
“Okay.” An Ran nods.
As the car pulls into the gas station, she closes her eyes and senses the environment. The surrounding plants are very quiet, with no danger alerts. Occasionally, there are some mutant animals about to develop, but none causing major trouble.
