Rebirth in the Apocalypse: My Little Space farm Chapter 17-18
Chapter 17: Fierce Battle
Darkness was falling. The sheer volume of supplies meant they couldn’t transport it all at once, so they decided to take some and find a place to stay.
The trunk was nearly full. Only one of the thugs remained. Su Hao carried out a crate of water. Su Mo was just about to enter the building when they met, exchanging a glance.
As Su Hao approached the thug, he suddenly threw the crate, momentarily stunning him. Before the thug could react, Su Hao lunged forward, delivering a powerful kick to the head, sending him crashing against the car door.
Su Mo sprinted toward the SUV, using her feet and hands to break the passenger window, then quickly started the engine.
She reversed swiftly. “Brother, hurry!”
Su Hao grabbed the thug’s gun, swiftly dodging past the car, and jumped into the SUV as Su Mo sped off.
The other thugs emerged, witnessing Su Hao’s escape.
“Damn it, you little brat!” the first thug shouted, firing his gun at Su Hao.
Gunshots shattered the street’s silence.
Su Hao ducked and weaved, grabbed the door, jumped inside, and slammed the door shut just as Su Mo accelerated.
The thugs fired several more shots, but Su Mo easily outmaneuvered them.
Seeing this, the leader looked around and shouted, “Stop chasing! Move the stuff and get out of here!”
Shaking off their pursuers, Su Mo felt a sense of relief. It was nearly 6 PM, yet the sun showed no sign of setting, though shrouded in dark clouds, creating a gloomy atmosphere.
Su Mo slowed the car, carefully scanning for a landmark mentioned in her past life’s information. After turning left, she spotted a dilapidated stone archway.
She examined it closely. According to her memories, the person who’d told her about the black crystal said that near the meteorite impact site was a peculiar stone archway, said to be an ancient structure.
She turned to Su Hao. “Brother, do you know anything about this archway?”
Su Hao frowned, looking at it. He wasn’t sure why she asked, but replied, “Not much. It’s said to be from the Qing Dynasty, a gate-like structure.”
Su Mo nodded, then asked, “Are there any other ancient stone structures like this in City B?”
“No,” Su Hao shook his head. Such structures were rare and wouldn’t be as well-preserved. One was a fortunate find.
Her suspicions had solidified. If the person hadn’t lied, this was their destination.
Su Hao seemed to understand. “Is this it?”
Su Mo nodded, certain. “It should be.”
For safety, Su Mo retrieved high-velocity firearms and grenades from her space, keeping them as a last resort.
Once prepared, they left the car, which she stored in her space. After checking their surroundings, they approached the archway.
A well-preserved stone tablet stood before them, with clear inscriptions, exuding grandeur.
Beyond the tablet was the archway, depicting scenes of ancient daily life, vividly rendered, alongside small seal script characters that were difficult to read from a distance.
The archway resembled a gate, with a smaller side door. Time had weathered the edges, but the overall structure remained intact.
Suddenly, a zombie, its head half-gone, exposing bloody flesh, shambled out.
Its one remaining eye stared at them, its guttural moans echoing eerily in the emptiness.
More mutilated zombies appeared from the left, their vacant eyes filled with chilling malice.
Su Hao frowned, surveying the approaching horde. “Looks like it’s not peaceful here either.”
Su Mo drew her silenced pistol, cocked it, and shot a zombie in the head. “There’s nowhere safe in this world anymore.”
Su Hao agreed. Seeing more zombies emerge from behind the stone sculpture, he drew his pistol, firing several shots before more emerged from the same spot. “We need to hurry and get out of here.”
Su Mo eliminated more zombies, then began searching the area.
As the sun began to set, the temperature plummeted. Their hands trembled slightly.
More zombies appeared, attracted by the scent of the dead; hundreds of them gathered.
Though slow, their sheer numbers were chilling.
Su Mo turned to see more zombies emerging from the street behind them. She shouted, “Brother, go!”
Su Hao swiftly joined her, and they ran towards the main road.
They were surrounded by thousands of zombies. Their original route was completely blocked.
Even with a car, they couldn’t break through. And while Su Mo could use her space, the others couldn’t. Both of them wore grim expressions.
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Chapter 18: Peng Yu
“Damn it, let’s go all out,” Su Mo gritted her teeth, about to unleash a barrage of grenades from her space to clear a path, when—
A whistle pierced the air, followed by a voice, “Hey! Big brother, big sister! Over here! Run this way!”
They looked and saw a narrow alleyway flanked by quaint, ancient-looking houses. A boy, crouched low, was waving them over.
They exchanged a glance, assessing the surrounding zombies. Su Hao grabbed Su Mo’s hand. “Let’s go.”
They sprinted towards the alley, pursued by a wave of zombies. The boy urged them on, “Hurry! Hurry!”
As they neared, the boy swiftly mounted a silver motorbike, put on his helmet, started the engine, and revved it.
Seeing them enter the alley, he shouted over the roar of the engine, “Get on!”
Su Hao reacted instantly, pushing Su Mo onto the bike.
They hopped on, one behind the other. The boy lifted his helmet visor, glanced at the approaching zombies, and yelled, “Hold on tight!”
The motorbike shot forward like a rocket. Su Mo glanced back as they sped away, seeing the alley become instantly overrun with zombies.
The narrow alley slowed the zombies, giving them a head start. After a sharp turn, they were out of sight.
Darkness had fallen, but the boy seemed to know the area well, expertly navigating the alleyways.
After about fifteen minutes of winding turns, he slowed down and stopped before a small building.
Su Hao dismounted, helping Su Mo down. He scanned the surroundings, relieved to find no immediate danger.
The boy took off his helmet, revealing his features. He was surprisingly delicate-looking, a stark contrast to his earlier driving skills. He appeared to be seventeen or eighteen. Seeing them staring, he shyly rubbed his hair. “I… I’m Peng Yu. You can call me Xiao Yu. This is my home. Come in.”
Without waiting for a reply, he went to a staircase beside the building, unlocking a door. They followed.
As they climbed the stairs, he explained, “Don’t worry, it’s safe here. After the disaster began, it was full of zombies. Then, as if they disappeared, only the occasional zombie wanders the streets, easy to handle.”
“Why didn’t you leave?” Su Mo asked.
Peng Yu scratched his head. “Because of being alone. I’ve lived here all my life. It’s dangerous to go elsewhere, so I stayed. If I hadn’t met you, I’d have thought I was the only one left.”
Su Mo nodded. He was right; survival was difficult for a lone individual in unfamiliar surroundings. This boy was clever.
Peng Yu stopped at a door on the left, unlocked it, and gestured for them to enter.
Stepping inside, the warmth of the enclosed space was a welcome relief from the biting wind.
In the dim light, they surveyed the room. It was simply furnished but well-equipped, slightly cluttered but clean.
Suddenly, the lights flickered on. They turned to see Peng Yu’s hand still on the light switch.
Su Mo realized something. “You have a generator?”
Peng Yu, seeming embarrassed by his actions, explained, “There’s a shop downstairs, so we have a generator.”
Su Mo nodded; without a generator, everything was dark in this world. She didn’t ask further questions.
Seeing them standing, Peng Yu said, “Make yourselves comfortable. I’ll get you something to eat.”
Exhausted from their journey and escape, Su Mo nodded and sat on the sofa. “Brother, let’s rest.”
