Chapter 46: Nightfall, The Migrants
Returning to Before the Apocalypse, I Emptied the World's Supplies
In the other windows of the surveillance footage, people covered in blood, with exposed skin pierced by several broken mosquito proboscises, kept bursting out.
At first glance, it looked like a zombie siege.
The scenes were so gory and shocking that Jiang Yan’s stomach twisted with nausea.
She frowned and turned off her tablet, then picked up her phone to open the only WeChat residents’ group that was still active.
In less than a day, there were already 999 unread messages.
Apparently, quite a few people still had battery left on their phones, or maybe they’d moved underground and were using the backup power from the property management’s underground shelter.
Most of the messages in the group were people venting their anger with wild curses; a smaller portion were asking if any neighbors were doctors or had medicine at home.
Common meds like heart stabilizers, fever reducers, hemostatics, gauze, Yunnan Baiyao, antibiotics, Huoxiang Zhengqi liquid, and so on—all were impossible to get, no matter how much you offered.
A kindhearted veterinarian in the group volunteered to perform amputations for neighbors.
There was also a “gentle reminder” from property management, posted three times in a row:
[Property Manager #1: Dear residents, during a recent patrol, we discovered that someone forgot to close the unit entrance door when leaving, resulting in varying degrees of blood mosquito attacks in every building of Qianshui Bay. Please note the following reminders: