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.
If you don’t change into dry clothes, hypothermia will kill you.
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.
Climb in along the window, the lower floor is already flooded.
Turned around inside, the police station was empty and there was no one there.
Fu Anan dragged the large plastic basin in and placed it on the second floor. The largest office here has a small couch next to a police uniform.
There is a photo on the table. In the photo is a family of three with bright smiles.
Fu Anan took a look, covered the photo, took off her wet clothes and changed into a set of dry clothes.
Before I was too anxious to leave, Fu Anan only brought a change of clothes.
Looking at the large police uniform hanging next to him, Fu An'an slipped into his own space.
Fu Anan glanced at the clock that was still moving in the office. It was already eleven o'clock at noon. The tension and cold before were gone, and the hunger in his stomach was particularly obvious.
She took a bag of milk and bread, sat cross-legged on the sofa, and gnawed dryly. It's okay, and by the way, I was looking through the drawers in the office, and suddenly saw a lighter.
Fu Anan: (⊙o⊙)!
one minute later
A small fire started in the office.
Fu Anan collected a stack of books and papers from the office, and there was a small lunch box on the flame.
The lunch box was filled with water, and it didn't take long for it to boil.
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.
(end of this chapter)