Fu Anan was taken aback, and rowed desperately with the oars he had made with a kitchen knife.

The people behind chased her for several streets, until Fu Anan himself didn't know how many streets she turned, so she threw off the people chasing behind.

I didn't expect the Vault to be even more terrifying than the situation in the community, but when you think about it, it's understandable that the Vault has become like this.

There is no food supply, and more and more people are asking for help.

I couldn't last a few days.

The victims did not have enough to eat, and neither did the staff. No one is going to work in the government, the order is gradually falling apart, and the shelter is not the worst place.

Fu Anan sat in the basin and took a few deep breaths.

Man relaxes, being blown by the wind, cold, thirsty, and hungry.

Fu Anan took out a bottle of mineral water, took two sips, and continued to paddle 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 also kill you.

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

That is until she sees a building with only two floors left, with a "POLICE" sign on it.

Fu An'an's eyes lit up, and he struggled towards the house.

Climbing through the window, the floor below was already flooded.

Circling inside, the police station was empty and there was no one there.

Fu An'an dragged in the plastic basin and placed it on the second floor. The largest office here has a small sofa with a police uniform hanging next to it.

There is a photo on the table, which shows a family of three with a bright smile.

Fu Anan glanced at it, covered the photo, took off the wet clothes and changed into a set of dry clothes.

Leaving in a hurry before, Fu Anan only brought a change of clothes.

Looking at the large police uniform hanging next to him, Fu Anan smoothly entered his own space.

It's the sixteenth day of Beaver City.

Fu Anan glanced at the clock that was still moving in the office, it was already eleven o'clock at noon, and the hunger in his stomach was particularly obvious without the previous tension and cold.

She grabbed a bag of milk and bread and sat cross-legged on the couch to nibble on it. I rummaged through the drawers in the office and suddenly saw a lighter.

Fu An'an: (⊙o⊙)!

A minute later

A small fire rises in the office.

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

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

Fu Anan hummed a song and put the instant noodles in.

Plus ham and braised eggs......

This was the first hot bite she ate after the steam and power outage.

For now, fire is also a luxury.

After eating and drinking, Fu Anan put the lighter in his pocket and searched for treasure in the remaining two floors that had not yet been flooded.

It's all at the police station, and she hopes to find a wooden barn.

It wasn't easy to find, though, and she didn't see any weapons depots or anything like that. It wasn't until I walked through all the rooms on the two floors that I finally found a small wooden barn in the cabinet of the innermost house on the lower floor of the ponded water.

And a handful of bullets.

Fu An'an smiled, loaded the bullet, and received it into the space.

She's also a kitchen knife now.

In addition to the wooden warehouse, Fu Anan also hugged a lot of small wooden benches.

Make a larger space for the empty office, light a slightly larger flame than before, and set up shelves around it to dry the soaked clothes.

The contrast between the red flames and the heavy rain outside the window is stark.

Fu Anan sat on the sofa and felt a little, and sure enough, he still came out.