Apocalyptic Disasters: Carrying a bun and hoarding supplies novel Chapter 197

"Don’t worry, sister." When Meng Qibao saw Meng Suisui staring at Meng Anzhi’s back, he walked over to where she was standing and patted her on the shoulder. "Anzhi didn’t kill the zombie, which proves that she is lying."

Not wanting to kill a zombie proved that Meng Anzhi wasn’t that hungry. If she was really starving, could she have the energy to pick and choose? If she were in a desperate situation, then she would be the first to kill those zombies. Only with a full stomach would Meng Anzhi still care about the laws and rules of the civilised society.

An empty stomach was one of the worst kinds of pain a person could suffer from, and if that pain turned into starvation, humans would be willing to eat even corpses. How could anyone refrain from killing zombies? Compared to eating the rotting flesh of their own kind, killing a zombie was better.

Since Meng Anzhi refused to do it, it showed that she had eaten something before coming down to look for them. With her stomach full and body bursting with energy, she would naturally be picky.

"I know." Meng Suisui, of course, understood that Meng Anzhi was lying. She just felt unbalanced when she saw that her good family had now broken up.

She naturally was very grateful towards her uncle and aunt for taking her and her brother under their wings but she couldn’t make things difficult for Bai Meiyue

If she handed the sacks of rice to Meng Anzhi today, Meng Suisui knew that it wouldn’t take long for Meng Anzhi to become a leech who would indirectly suck the blood of the Bai family.

More importantly, Meng Suisui firmly believed that they needed to train themselves. She had been staying with the Bai family for the past few days, and her emotions and thoughts were no longer the same as in the past. Maybe if she had stayed with the survivors, she too would have thought that Bai Meiyue was cruel and heartless.

But after living with Bai Meiyue, she understood that what Bai Meiyue was doing was right. The survivors were rushing to look for a haven where they wouldn’t have to worry about food and water, but was it that easy? The outside world was no longer safe; if they wanted to create a place where they would be safe, they needed to create it with their own hands, like Bai Meiyue did.

These kinds of thoughts and spirits made Meng Suisui change slowly. She didn’t want to kneel in front of anyone, with her hands stretched in front of her while she begged for mercy.

Nor did she want to strip bare in front of a group of men and let them look at her as if she were a good that they needed to examine. One that they could buy for a night while wondering if she was worth the supplies.

Meng Suisui didn’t want to serve men for a pack of chips.

She wanted to become someone like Bai Meiyue, who would rush out of the house and charge at the zombies without a shred of fear in her eyes. Someone who could look at the crowd of troublemakers and sneer at them for causing trouble because she knew that she could take them on.

Only a person like Bai Meiyue could live freely and comfortably in this world.

And Meng Suisui wanted to live a life similar to that. Not only for herself but also for her brother.