Chapter 370: I Won't Give It to You Either
Chapter 370: I Won't Give It to You Either
If they move forward seriously with a large group and strong force, even on the national highway, their speed stays fast. It’s likely that some of the advanced survivor teams have already arrived at Xiangcheng.
On the roadside of the national highway in Tiesi Village, a large group of survivors sit waiting. After catching up, Zhang Boxun drives his car straight to find Tang Jianjun.
Zhan Lian and a few others follow behind.
At the entrance of Tiesi Village, they deal with two or three mutant rats that catch up, and also handle survivors who join the group one after another.
As night falls, the survivors by the roadside begin returning to the vehicles in groups of two or three, preparing either to spend the night or continue moving forward, depending on the intentions of the lead vehicles.
Next to a car, a skinny old man holds a crying child, begging for food. At first, everyone laughs and jokes, but when faced with people like them, they immediately frown and shut their car windows. No matter how desperately the poor knock, no one opens the windows.
When they come to An Ran’s car, she holds Doll and closes the window.
Zhan Lian, having just killed a group of mutant rats, returns and sees the uncomfortable look on An Ran’s face.
“You want to give them food?”
“Will you give?” An Ran turns to look at Zhan Lian. His face hardens, and he shakes his head. She gives an embarrassed smile. “I won’t give either.”
It’s uncomfortable, but this is the end of the world, not some natural disaster. You have to be cautious before doing anything—especially before showing kindness.
Before the apocalypse, many of these old men and children are controlled by others behind the scenes. Those who survive and manage to keep up with the main survivor forces are definitely organized and capable.
In other words, the truly helpless old and children have long been abandoned in Tiesi Village to fend for themselves.
Survival of the fittest is cruel. An Ran, pregnant and with a newborn, has crawled out from piles of corpses repeatedly. How much worse off can these old people and children really be compared to her?
So how do their lives come to this? How do they end up begging? It’s strange if no one is manipulating them. Those old people and children should reflect on how they’ve fallen into such a situation.
Though An Ran understands this truth, she’s still a mother. Seeing those children crying in the cold breeze, wearing short sleeves and bare feet, hungry and wailing, she can’t help but feel uncomfortable. She thinks if there were some saintly figure willing to take charge of this situation, she would definitely support them.
Zhao Ru gets off the medical vehicle behind, takes out some candy, and gives it to a child. Instantly, several old people and children surround her.
Zhao Ru, experienced, steps back two paces. Liang Ziyu immediately steps forward and organizes a few men to pick up Dollren. Counting them, there are about five or six.
An Ran frowns inside the car, watching Zhao Ru, uncertain of her intentions.
Just then, Zhao Ru finishes distributing candy and approaches An Ran, knocking on the car window.
When An Ran lowers the window, Zhao Ru says, “I’ll go find Tang Siluo and see if she can communicate and take care of these children. Help me look after my aunt.”