Chapter 3: Infinite 9mm Bullets

Chapter 3: Infinite 9mm Bullets

After drinking the water, she chuckled lightly and said, "Is this your sincerity towards me, young man?"

Alex wore a puzzled expression and smiled, asking, "What? Giving you water isn't the greatest sincerity from me?"

Mia's voice trembled slightly.

"So, giving me lemon water is supposed to make me hungrier?" she asked.

Alex replied sincerely, "Doctor, lemon water is my favorite drink, and I don't have much left in stock. I brought it out for you to drink, and your words really disappoint me."

"But, if you feel hungry, all you need to do is nod and agree to my terms, and I'll immediately make sure you have a full meal!"

Mia looked at Alex, who was full of smiles, her body trembling slightly with anger.

She knew that the man in front of her was just toying with her, forcing her to submit.

"Give up hope! Even if I starve to death, or jump down and get eaten by zombies, I won't eat anything from you!"

Alex didn't mind and chuckled, "Not even considering it?"

Mia roared in anger.

"Get out!"

It seemed that Mia wouldn't surrender voluntarily for a while.

He could only starve her for a few days and see how it goes.

If necessary, he would throw her to the zombies.

In this end-of-the-world scenario where there was no tomorrow, Alex had no intention of keeping a worthless burden.

In normal times, he might have thought about keeping someone to warm his bed.

But the current Alex only thought about how to survive.

"Don't want to think too much."

Alex shook his head, dismissing distractions, took off his clothes and pants, hung them up with a hanger, leaving only a pair of boxer shorts.

Mia nervously tightened her legs together and asked, "What are you trying to do?!"

Although it sounded like a question, her trembling voice, coupled with her beautiful face, seemed to easily arouse the possessiveness of male creatures.

Alex squinted and said, "I'm not going to waste a lot of energy doing strenuous activities during a shortage of resources."

Mia, whose thoughts were exposed, blushed slightly and tried to retort.

"You..."

Alex lay on the sofa, took out a blanket and covered himself, interrupting her.

"Save your energy! Instead of cursing, you might as well rest early."

But he quickly calmed down.

After all, finding firearms compatible with the magazines wasn't that easy.

Even though suitable weapons would surely appear on trading platforms as time went on.

But time waits for no one.

The abandoned supermarket where Alex was located could be invaded by zombies any day.

If these zombies weren't stupid and charged straight into the supermarket, he would be dead.

Alex immediately opened the trading platform and started scanning for goods.

A whole morning passed, and although Alex had quite a harvest, he still hadn't seen any trace of the things he expected.

During lunchtime, as Alex ate his fried rice, he suddenly stopped and sighed.

"So difficult!"

Mia, beside him, spoke in her slightly weak voice, "Can you just eat without making noises next to me?"

Alex swayed the fried rice and said, "Sure, but it's unnecessary."

Mia didn't argue but chose to lie down obediently and close her eyes, acting like an ostrich.

Alex continued muttering to himself, "This fried rice is too greasy, I can't eat it!"

Mia, with her eyes closed, suddenly heard the sound of something being thrown into the trash can and subconsciously opened her eyes.

Alex had actually poured the fried rice into the trash!

"What are you doing?!" Mia asked angrily.

Alex, after pouring out the fried rice, turned to look at Mia and said with a smile, "As you can see, I poured out the food I couldn't eat."

Mia couldn't believe it.

"You're wasting food! Do you know what you're doing?"

"Do you want to eat? Why are you so worked up? If you want to eat, I'll give you some, I have plenty more."

Alex seemed completely indifferent.

Mia remained silent, giving him a fierce glare, then continued to lie down with closed eyes, trying to rest.

Alex watched Mia, who was only salivating at the lingering scent of the food in the air, and chuckled inwardly.

Let's see how long you can hold out.

Alex opened the chat channel and started going through today's messages.

After the baptism of the first day, many people had adapted to the rhythm of survival in the end times. Many were out gathering supplies, and some had even killed zombies.

Of course, more people became lunch meat for the zombies.