Chapter 483

"Everyone, we found a warehouse for a large supermarket. It was messy and already looted, but our judgment was right—this island hasn’t been heavily raided."

With her teammates’ support, Monica strode confidently into the warehouse, reporting via her comm while scanning the vast storage space.

Ughhh!!

Two zombie-like corpses lunged from the shadows to her side; without turning, Monica flicked a finger—a crescent-shaped sonic blade shot out, slicing the two zombies into fragments that sprayed against the walls.

Monica then opened the nanodynamic armor’s faceplate, shook her hair, and turned to her teammates with a cold expression.

"Looks like the people here didn’t last long."

"Whoa~" Shasha stepped forward from behind, clad in the custom combat armor Lin Xian had made for her, holding a high-energy pulse cannon taller than her body. Seeing the warehouse shelves stretching ten meters high and extending beyond sight, even she, who had seen plenty, couldn’t help but gasp in awe.

"Holy crap, never seen a supermarket warehouse this full."

Dali and Long Zhijie also entered, staring at the scene. Dali’s face showed surprise as he analyzed: "They couldn’t escape, no rescue came—even survivors wouldn’t have lasted long."

Psychological pressure is more terrifying than zombies. Trapped on a desolate island with no communication, no power, no rescue, ordinary people couldn’t resist the encroaching darkness.

This massive warehouse held everything: food, household goods, tools, appliances, entertainment—though reeking of rot, littered with scattered, looted supplies, and dotted with corpses dried into sludge, the lights revealed that at least seventy percent of the goods remained untouched on the shelves, covered in dust.

This proved no one had stepped foot here for a long time—it was a dead city, inhabited only by the living dead.

Otherwise, any survivor still alive today would never have passed up such a treasure trove.

Drones swiftly darted through the aisle corridors, and soon, vast amounts of data returned to Shasha.

"Too much! Fresh food is gone, but several shelves in the food section are still full—alcohol, drinks, soda, snacks, canned goods—wow, so much, and none of it has expired!!"

Monica smiled faintly at the screen: "Others’ situations are probably the same as ours. Was I right?"

"Bingo!"

In their earpieces, Qian Dele’s excited voice rang out: "We found something great too!"

At a military base beneath the setting sun, Lu Chang’s mech was swiftly cutting down a group of zombie soldiers in uniform. Luo Yang stood atop a military train covered by a waterproof tarp. Qian Dele and Shu Qin walked over—*whoosh!*—the tarp was ripped away, sliding off the roof with momentum, revealing a massive dark green intercontinental magnetic levitation military train.

Shu Qin’s pupils instantly contracted, as if she’d seen something extraordinary.

Even the usually calm Qian Dele froze for several seconds before speaking into his comm.

"Lin Xian, you really need to see this."

The military armored train before them was twice the size of a standard railcar, with absurdly massive tread wheels, dizzyingly complex suspension systems, and a hull wrapped in thick special armor—all forming a steel base nearly touching the carriage ceiling. This armored fortress stretched along the line, extending to the end of a bunker in the military base—easily over fifty cars by sight.

But what mattered most wasn’t the train’s size or length—it was that this military special train was nearly fully equipped: ground-based automatic artillery lines, missile launch carriages, and weapon station carriages every few supply cars, each armed with anti-aircraft weapons like plasma pulse cannons.

Beyond that, there were the neatly arranged “war supplies” bound by steel cables on the transport cars.

Lu Chang stood on the roof, gazing ahead, jaw nearly dropping. Before him, just the heavy TFV600 twin-tube tanks filled ten transport cars—over thirty units total!

Further ahead stood rows of humanoid military mechs in the storage bay: Vulcan mechs, Iron Guard-3 assault models, Guardian-X strike models, even the “Inferno of Burning Hell”—the Fireline-MX.

"And armored vehicles, high-altitude drones, Sky-Patrol craft?! This… this could equip at least a regiment!" Lu Chang was speechless with shock.

Below, Shu Qin’s expression turned grim. She glanced at the zombie corpses scattered across the base and spoke: "The Federal Interstellar Army’s 974 Defense Regiment—the force stationed on Oahu Island…"

*Ssshh!*

Qian Dele opened the automatic door, jammed shut by human bones, stepped inside, pinched his nose, glanced in, then waved his hand helplessly.

"Internal collapse—after the Apocalypse Day, many Interstellar Army units met this fate. Their guns could only turn on their own."

Luo Yang flew in from afar and landed on the roof, holding a mobile terminal: "Found it. The last evacuation order was June 9th, 8:13 p.m." He looked up, frowning: "Apocalypse Day… Day 11."

"Found it. The last withdrawal order was at 20:13 on June 9th." He looked up, frowning. "Day 11 of the Awakening..."

"Only eleven days?"

"What a shame—so many weapons, this train fortress, so much supply… and they only held out eleven days," Lu Chang sighed.

Qian Dele’s expression turned icy: "The most dangerous thing humanity faced on Apocalypse Day wasn’t zombies—it was the Dark Infiltration that turned people into zombies. No preparation, no isolation—no matter how powerful your gear, it’s useless. If it were just zombies, the Interstellar Army’s firepower would’ve wiped them out easily."

Shu Qin nodded: "Right. The Dark Infiltration rides the night tide—nowhere to hide. When we first fled, we didn’t know which teammate might suddenly turn, biting your throat. And that was when we were most desperate."

"Despair," Luo Yang added, "is precisely the trigger for transformation."

"Then…" Lu Chang suddenly slapped the train roof: "They couldn’t get this train out—can we take it?"

"Then..." Lu Chang suddenly slapped the roof of the vehicle. "With this whole train of arms, they can't get it out—can we take it?"

Inside the Tianqiong Train’s main bridge, Lin Xian, who had been listening to the reports, said while repairing the train’s outer armor: "Directly connect to the Tianqiong Train’s traction unit—we can tow it along with the Wuxian. To abandon this treasure would be a crime."

Heavy tanks, military mechs, armored vehicles, drones, and the train’s fortress defenses—these were treasures beyond treasures to Lin Xian. To find such a steel fortress by chance was the ultimate dream of any survivor—he wouldn’t let it go.

Lin Xian weighed his options: even if the tracks broke, he could use the Tianqiong Train to fly and relocate it. Kiki and Long Zhijie could help. If all else failed, he had the Black Star Forge. Living people don’t drown in their own urine—this equipment, even if he devoured it as upgrade material, was better than leaving it behind.

Lin Xian weighed his options: even if the tracks broke, he could still fly and reposition the Skytrain; he had Kiki and Long Zhijie to help; if all else failed, he had the Black Star Forge. Living men don’t drown in their own urine—better to devour this gear as upgrade material than lose it.

Inside the Hawaii military base, the colossal military train’s iron wheels sparked violently as it screeched back onto the rails from its derailed state. Under Lin Xian’s control, it slowly rolled into the eastern rail station on Oahu Island. Others cleared the zombies and human Gui s drawn along the way. After retrieving the weapons train, the group also eliminated their own Dark Markers.

The setting sun glowed red like molten iron. The group didn’t continue inventorying supplies—they returned to the Tianqiong Train, waiting for nightfall.

None of them—not even Lin Xian—had expected that their “landing site” after crossing the super typhoon would be a deserted, yet abundantly stocked zombie island. They’d struck gold.

Including Lin Xian, none of them had expected that their landing site after crossing the super tropical storm would be an abandoned zombie island brimming with supplies, giving them a huge windfall.