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 An'an didn't know how many streets she had turned, and then she threw off the people behind her.

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

No supplies of food, more and more help-seekers.

It couldn't last for a few days.

The victims did not have enough to eat, and the staff did not have enough to eat. 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, took two gulps, and continued to row forward. The most important thing for her now is to find a place to stay.

It was raining too much.

If you don't change into dry clothes, hypothermia will kill you.

She didn't dare to go to ordinary high-rise buildings.

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

Fu An'an's eyes lit up, and he rowed towards the house with all his strength.

Climb in along the window, the lower floor has been flooded.

Turning 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.

She was too anxious to leave before, 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.

It was the sixteenth day in Beaver City.

Fu An'an 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 An'an: (⊙o⊙)!

in a minute

A small fire started in the office.

Fu An'an collected a stack of books and papers from the office, and there was a small lunch box on a small flame.

The lunch box was filled with water, and it didn't take long for it to boil.

Fu An'an hummed a song and put the instant noodles in.

Plus ham and marinated eggs...

This was the first hot bite she ate after the gas and power cut off.

For 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.

It's all 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 such as a weapon 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 An'an also hugged a lot of small wooden benches.

The originally empty office was vacated for a larger space, a slightly larger flame was lit than before, and shelves were set up around to dry the drenched suit of clothes.

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

Sitting on the sofa, Fu An'an felt a little emotional, so it's better to come out.