Chapter 47: Beaver City 12

Chapter 47 Beaver City 12

Fu Anan was taken aback, and paddled desperately with the oar she made with a kitchen knife.

The people behind chased her for several streets, until Fu Anan didn't know how many streets she turned, and then she threw off the people behind her.

I didn't expect the situation in the shelter to be more terrible than the situation in the community, but after thinking about it, it is understandable that the shelter has become like this.

No food supplies, more and more help-seekers.

I couldn't last for a few days.

The victims did not have enough to eat, and neither did the staff. No one in the government is at work, and the order is gradually collapsing. Isn't the shelter the worst place to be?

Fu Anan sat in the basin and took a few deep breaths.

People relax, being blown by the wind, cold, thirsty and hungry.

Fu Anan took out a bottle of mineral water, drank two gulps, and continued to row forward. The most important thing for her now is to find a place to stay.

The rain was too heavy.

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She dare not go to ordinary high-rise buildings.

Until she saw a building with only two floors left, with the "POLICE" sign on it.

Fu Anan's eyes lit up, and he rowed towards the house with all his might.

Fu Anan hummed a song, and put the instant noodles in.

Plus ham and marinated eggs...

This was the first warm bite she ate after the gas and electricity cut off.

Right now, fire is also a luxury.

After eating and drinking enough, Fu Anan put the lighter in his pocket and searched for treasure in the only two floors that were not flooded.

have arrived at the police station, and she hopes to find a wooden warehouse.

But this thing is not easy to find, and she didn't see any room like arsenal. Until I went through all the rooms on the two floors, I finally found a small hand wooden warehouse in the cabinet of the innermost house on the lower floor where the water was accumulated.

And a handful of bullets.

Fu Anan smiled, loaded the bullet, and received it into the space.

She can be regarded as a kitchen knife now.

In addition to holding the wooden warehouse, Fu Anan also hugged a lot of small wooden benches.

Cleared out a larger space in the originally empty office, lit a slightly larger flame than before, and set up shelves around to dry the drenched suit of clothes.

The bright red flames and the heavy rain outside the window are in stark contrast.

Fu Anan sat on the sofa feeling a little bit, so it's better to come out.