If the truck could start, it would be much easier for her to search for supplies later.

She opened the car door and climbed in.

There was a large kettle in the passenger seat, and there was nothing else.

Unscrewing the lid of the kettle, the strong smell of alcohol hits my nose.

This driver was driving drunk and deserved to be a zombie.

Screwing the lid back on, she slipped into the space.

There are still aborigines on this island, commonly known as NPCs.

According to the mechanical voice, some NPCs are tradable.

She watches post-apocalyptic novels, movies and TV series, and tobacco, alcohol, weapons, and gasoline are all very valuable trading goods.

She doesn't drink it, but she might be able to sell it for a good price.

Nanxing continued to search, and there was nothing left on his face, but the storage box had not been opened yet.

There's soot under the driver's seat, and she might be able to find it.

The truck has a total of three storage compartments, one on the roof, one in front of the co-pilot, one in the main and one in the middle.

After opening all the storage boxes, Nanxing found a pack and a half of unknown cigarettes, a men's watch, two high-calorie chocolates, and a box of condoms with the remaining seven unfinished.

Nanxing suddenly felt that the car was not clean.

The watch is still good, Nanxing took it directly in his hand, and it was now twelve and eleven noon.

She still has time.

After the search, she began to try to start the truck.

Didn't work out.

I can't even fight.

I don't know what the problem is, or if it's out of gas.

Nanxing is going to go down and take a look, if it runs out of gas, then the car may still be usable.

If there was still gas, she couldn't do anything, she didn't know anything about cars, let alone repairing them.

Glancing around vigilantly, there were no zombies, except for the one on the tractor.

Nanxing got out of the car, went around to find the fuel tank, opened it and took a look, there was still half a barrel.

It seems that it is the problem of the car itself, and she can only give up the truck.

Next, you'll have to find a handy weapon to get inside the house and get rid of the zombies on the tractor.

She looked around, if there were haystacks or farms, would there be agricultural steel forks.

That thing suits her very well, it's not heavy, it's aggressive, and it can also attack at a distance from zombies.

After looking around, Nanxing finally found what appeared to be a steel fork in a haystack near the house.

She walked over quickly, it was indeed a steel fork, and Nanxing immediately put the knife into the space and replaced it with a steel fork.

The steel fork is a little rusty, but it's pretty sharp.

Nanxing decided to test the water with the zombies in the tractor first, and just smash the window, that is, she can attack the zombies, and the zombies can't attack her, she is really a little genius.

With a heavy pace, Nanxing slowly returned to the tractor and shook his sore arm, so tired.

The amount of exercise today is really the highest ever.

Nanxing sighed, raised his fork, stood farther away, and smashed through the glass with all his strength.

"Roar—"

The zombies that smelled the food tried to get out of the cracks, and they didn't feel any pain when the flesh was cut by the glass.

Nanxing hurriedly went up with a fork and stuck it in his head.

It was a little easier than expected, but it didn't kill him all at once.

Nanxing tried other places again, and the braincase was harder after all.

This time she tried to get down from her neck, thrust it in hard, and spin it hard.

She actually got her head off!

The head of the body was separated, and the mouth of the fallen head was still opening and closing, and Nanxing hurriedly jumped away.

It's time for that stone to do its job again.

'Poof', and the zombie went to see his companion.

Nanxing got on the tractor with a steel fork, and she wanted to develop the habit of keeping her weapon in her hand.

There was nothing on the tractor, half a pack of cigarettes, gone.

However, Nanxing found a bunch of keys in the zombie's pocket, which should be the key to the house.

So far, she has not found a drop of water.

And after just consuming, the compressed biscuits that Nanxing ate were completely digested.

Nanxing sat in the seat of the car, gasping for breath, and in her current state, it was not suitable to enter the house to search.

The hands and feet are sore and tired, the people are thirsty and hungry, and they go in to deliver takeaways.

The farm should have a well or a tap.

She had to find water.

There should be no other zombies outside the farm house, and there was no such big movement just now.

Nanxing rested in the car for a while, then got up and dragged his tired body towards the back of the farm house.

I haven't searched for it.

The front of the house is clearly visible, there is nothing.

As soon as he reached the back of the house, Nanxing clearly saw that there was a faucet in the shade, and it was also connected to the well.

The most important thing is that Nanxing saw a row of fresh and tender tomato seedlings planted in the wooden box, which had already borne fruit, and the fruit was not much and not very ripe, but at least it began to redden.

Nanxing almost pounced, staring at the small tomato and swallowing.

Carefully selected the reddest one, Nanxing ate it in three bites, and didn't wash it.

There's no need to wash it, the water isn't necessarily as clean as it is.

Having solved the problem of thirst, Nanxing turned his head to look at the well.

I don't know if I don't see it, I was shocked when I saw it, but fortunately it was not washed.

There is a zombie bubble in the well that is swollen and stuck in the well.

This water is wasted.

Good thing there were tomatoes as well.

In addition to tomatoes, there is also a box of plants that should be potatoes at the back of the house, I don't know if they are ripe.

Nanxing picked up the shovel next to him and pulled it twice, and very lucky, the potatoes were ripe.

She immediately got all the potatoes out, not many, a total of eight, some large and some small, estimated not to exceed two catties.

When he dug underneath, Nanxing found that the bottom of the wooden box had rotted, and it was no wonder that the seedlings had not withered.

The soil should not have been contaminated, otherwise the seedlings and fruits would not be so normal.

The potatoes were put into the space, and Nanxing didn't even let go of the potato leaves, took out the things in the space and rearranged them, and then put them in together.

There is only one cubic meter of space, and there are a lot of resources needed to survive, and she can't waste space casually.

She didn't move the tomato for a while, cleaning up the zombies in the house, she might stay here for a while, and wait until it was more ripe.

I picked another tomato and ate it with the compressed biscuit, and there was still more than half of the 120g compressed biscuit Nanxing eating.

I don't know what's going on in the house, so save a little bit first.

There are doors and windows at the back of the house, and Nanxing is considering whether to clean up the spot or rest in the truck for the night and wait for tomorrow.

After sitting and resting for a while, Nanxing decided to go ahead and go.

She is a person who has not exercised for a long time, and she has exercised so much today, and she will definitely have body aches and pains tomorrow, and the situation will be even worse.

Nanxing's eyes fell on the back door, and he had just listened to the movement inside.