Apocalypse Rebirth: Beauties Surround Me

This was the farthest Hannah had ventured out since the apocalypse.

Looking at the deserted streets, the congested cars, the running zombies, and the gradually decaying city, she felt an indescribable desolation and loneliness.

The once bustling human society had simply vanished into thin air!

Elijah didn't give her much time to ponder.

As they reached the mall and found everything seemingly normal, he immediately led them into the underground warehouse.

Activating the generator, they gazed at the shelves filled with a variety of goods, and Hannah couldn't help but feel genuine joy from the depths of her heart.

All of these were vital supplies for them to survive in the apocalypse.

"You two start moving things. I'll go find another truck upstairs!"

"Okay!"

After assigning their tasks, Elijah took Abigail back to the entrance of the warehouse.

He remembered seeing several box trucks in the mall parking lot.

Leaving Abigail to guard the entrance, he headed straight for the mall parking lot.

But after just a few steps, he received a message from the female shop assistant zombie lingering around the mall, transmitting an image.

It was on a road opposite the mall, next to the office building.

Several men were cautiously maneuvering through the vehicles, and their target was obvious!

It was this mall!

"Plans change!" Elijah furrowed his brow.

He knew that sooner or later someone would set their sights on this mall, so he wanted to move the supplies back as quickly as possible.

But it seemed they were too late!

"No matter, we'll handle it. I fear no one now!" Elijah muttered to himself.

He instructed the zombies to closely monitor the movements of those people.

Meanwhile, he systematically searched for a box truck in the parking lot.

These were trucks used to transport goods to supermarkets, parked not far from the entrance of the warehouse.

There was no one in the truck, the doors wide open, and the keys still in the ignition.

Perhaps the driver encountered a zombie mutation or was attacked by zombies, hastily fleeing the vehicle.

Elijah started the truck and, seeing that it had enough fuel, slowly drove it to the entrance of the warehouse.

At that moment, Hannah and Lily brought up the first batch of supplies and were loading them into the truck.

Elijah parked the truck and instructed them to pause for a moment, informing them of the approaching threat.

"The supplies in this mall belong to us, and no one can take them away. So, follow my lead later. If they don't behave, whether they're human or zombies, take them down!"

"Got it! Take them down!" Hannah and Lily both nodded solemnly.

They were no longer rookies surviving in the apocalypse; they had witnessed the cruelty of human nature and knew that sometimes humans could be more terrifying than zombies!

"They're coming straight towards us. It seems someone is very familiar with this mall!" Elijah received another image.

"Everyone, get your weapons ready!"

The three humans and one zombie stood in front of the truck, ready for action.

At the same time, Elijah began directing the mutant female zombie and the three female shop assistants towards them, blocking the path behind the group.

Soon, a group of people appeared at the entrance of the alley.

There were eight of them, all men, each looking quite sturdy.

They immediately spotted Elijah and his group.

A few of them paused briefly, exchanged a few words, then quickened their pace.

As they drew closer, both sides could clearly see each other's faces and the weapons in their hands.

Among the eight, several seemed surprised for a moment, then some of them stared at Lily, Abigail, and Hannah with excitement.

The blatant aggression and possessiveness in their eyes made Lily and Hannah furrow their brows, their expressions turning colder.

The eight men stopped five meters away from Elijah and his group, and one of them, obviously the leader, spoke to Elijah:

"Brother, did you occupy the warehouse in this mall?"

"That's right, this place is mine now," Elijah replied nonchalantly.

"You say this place is yours just because you say so? Well, I say it's mine! I'm an employee here, and it's none of your business. Get lost!"

One of the seven men behind the leader suddenly burst out, sounding extremely arrogant.

Elijah ignored him and looked at the leader. "Is this also your opinion?"

The leader gave the talkative man a glare.

The man seemed like he wanted to say more, but seeing the displeased expression on the leader's face and glancing at his brothers around him, he kept quiet and retreated.

However, his eyes were filled with defiance.

"Sorry about that, my brother can be a bit rash sometimes," the leader apologized.

"I understand that everything has a first come, first served basis, but brother, here's the thing," the leader paused for a moment, carefully choosing his words before continuing, "I'm Quentin, elected leader of a community nearby with dozens of survivors. We have many elderly, children, and women in our community who need food.

There are only four of you, and I assume you can't possibly use all the food in the mall. Could you consider helping us out a bit?"

Quentin's tone was sincere, his words genuine.

Upon hearing this, Elijah was momentarily stunned.

"Quentin..."

That name was famous, to say the least!

If this person was who he thought he was, he would become one of the Tier 3 powerhouses controlling the coastal area.

Known as "Iron Skin and Copper Bones"!

His status was comparable to Matthew of "Lost Morals", but Quentin had a much better reputation.

Seeing that there were elderly and children in his camp spoke volumes.

In Matthew's camp, it was only men, women, and female zombies. Women were either used for pleasure or sold.

Even if a woman accidentally turned into a zombie, precautions would be taken, and she would still be sold. It showed how depraved and morally bankrupt Matthew was!

In comparison, Quentin was practically an angel.

Elijah had heard that in Quentin's settlement, not only did he shelter many homeless people, but he also established a stable order, achieving a certain degree of fairness and prosperity. Many people admired him.

In Elijah's past life, he had thought about heading to Quentin's settlement upon hearing about it for the first time.

However, they were in the south, and he was in the north, so the distance was too far, and he gave up the idea.

Unexpectedly, they met here.

Elijah admired him and couldn't help but overturn his earlier thought of killing them all.

Meanwhile, seeing Elijah pondering, the same man who had spoken out earlier couldn't help but speak up again.

"Big bro, why waste time talking to him? There are more of us; are we afraid we can't beat them? Is there a need to be so polite?"

This time he didn't shout loudly but muttered beside Quentin.

"Ryan, I hope you can mind your own business and stop talking nonsense," Quentin coldly glanced at him.

"They managed to come all the way here and occupy this place; they must have some strength. Maybe they're here because of your help, Quentin? If you didn't lead the zombies away from the intersection yesterday, they might not have had a chance to come in."

The other six nodded in agreement.

"Look at the bodies piled up on both sides of the alley. Can you kill so many zombies? And look at that armored truck; it's covered in blood! They managed to drive all the way here, regardless of how they did it, their strength is not to be underestimated! Besides, I only led the zombies away from the intersection for our convenience.

They clearly came from the east and didn't need to pass through the intersection. We're here to find food, let's not make unnecessary enemies."

Quentin's words settled the matter.

Ryan and the others greedily looked at Hannah, Lily, and Abigail but dared not speak again.

At this point, Elijah finally made up his mind.