Kingdom of Corrosion

Stone was in the worst condition, with a high fever of 39.8 degrees, some confusion, and chills. Little Knife was next, moaning for several hours. The dry clothes he had changed into were soaked again with sweat from the pain, but there was some improvement compared to before the injection; at least he could bear it. The other people were still feverish, but their temperatures were all below 38.5 degrees. Among them, Shana was listless, but the fever did not affect Lin Meng and Xiao Wen too much.

Lin Wu and Snow Egg took the ladle and fed each patient a spoonful of thin porridge. Su Shi and Xiao Wu were in charge of vigilance and the water collector respectively. The water collector was a large funnel that could be attached to the mouth of a bucket and could also be enlarged with homemade soft iron sheets or waterproof cloth. The bucket was a common 20-liter drinking water bucket.

Su Shi and Xiao Wu ate first, followed by Lin Wu and Snow Egg. Sitting down, leaning against the wall, they ate the piping hot porridge by the fire, feeling revived. But this revival was not necessarily a good thing; with a comfortable body, their senses became sharper, and various foul smells mixed in the water made them nauseous.

After a full meal, Lin Wu fell into a deep sleep, hearing noises in his sleep but unable to open his eyes. When he woke up again, it was already early morning. Lin Meng and Xiao Wen had taken turns during the night to cover for Lin Wu and Snow Egg, allowing them to have a good sleep. The noise was Little Knife having diarrhea, stumbling to the restroom in darkness, accidentally knocking over a pot filled with boiling water. Luckily, the water was not too hot, so no burns, but it meant Little Knife had no dry shoes to wear.

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Breakfast was still thin porridge. Stone and Shana felt better; compared to Stone being half-dead, Shana regained some vitality. Little Knife slept well in the second half of the night, and the pain in his abdomen eased significantly by morning. However, Su Shi, who was on the night shift, fell ill with a fever.

The happiest thing for Lin Wu in the morning was the light, as he could clearly see the situation inside the church. The water level was about one and a half meters below the platform they were on, and there were at least twenty zombies floating in it, along with several human corpses. The water was murky, with lots of debris including foam, wooden planks, plastic chairs, and more.

Everyone’s mood was not great, but there was no negative attitude, just fewer words, as if everyone had exhausted their strength. They turned on the radio to listen to the music broadcasted on various channels as they ate their porridge, two people sharing one pot, spoonful by spoonful.

After finishing the meal and checking the time, it was already past the 8 AM live broadcast time, so they couldn’t get the weather forecast and had no idea how long this damned rain would last.