After I Fully Prepared for the Apocalypse, the Ungrateful Cried with Regret novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112: Chapter 112: Obtaining Map Fragments

Dinner was usually served early.

One reason was the large and disorderly crowd, and the other was that the shelter had an early lights-out.

When Nina Jacobs came down, she happened to see a few food servers with a cart, knocking on doors.

She stood silently beside a doorway.

The second the knock sounded, Mrs. Grant, Susan Warner, eagerly threw open the door.

"Why is it this stuff again today?"

Looking at the food on the server’s cart, Susan Warner asked with disgust.

"It’s all just watery porridge and pickled vegetables. My son is injured, and you won’t even give him a speck of meat.

You people upstairs are so damn stingy.

You must be keeping all the good stuff for yourselves."

While Susan Warner was making passive-aggressive comments in front of the cart, Nina Jacobs quickly slipped inside the room.

"Ma’am, this is what all the injured fighters are eating.

Besides, is what happened with your son really something to be proud of?"

The food server rolled his eyes.

"What kind of attitude is that?

What’s not to be proud of? My son is a hero."

Susan Warner pointed at the server and snapped.

"Still calling him a hero after he got fired?

Take it or leave it. If you don’t want it, then don’t eat."

Not wanting to argue with the old woman any longer, the server immediately started to push the cart away.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and go after him!"

Jed Grant urged from behind the door.

’It’s free food; it would be a waste not to take it.’

’Even if we had our own food, we couldn’t let the shelter save on supplies.’

The server pushed the cart away quickly, and Susan Warner scurried after him.

Meanwhile, Nina Jacobs had already used the opportunity to sneak into Simon Abbott’s room.

Today was the day Simon Abbott, Liam Grant, and their team had gone out.

Although Liam Grant’s injuries hadn’t fully healed, he still insisted on going.

Renee Strong and Wyatt Jacobs were with them as well.

Nina Jacobs searched the room.

Simon Abbott’s room was spotless.

In fact, it was suspiciously clean.

The desk surface was completely bare.

Even stranger, the drawers were nearly empty too.

’Looks like I’ll be leaving empty-handed,’ she thought.

Just as Nina Jacobs was about to make a quick exit, she noticed the trash can behind the door.

Inside was a pile of shredded paper.

Or more precisely, a shredded map.

She picked out a few fragments and discovered several pin-sized holes on one of them.

They would be hard to spot if you weren’t looking for them.

’These must be pinholes from map pins.’

Nina Jacobs placed the fragments with the pinholes into her storage grid, then prepared to leave.

Mr. and Mrs. Grant were still busy with something in the other room.

"...So stingy, sending just this little bit every day.

There’s not a drop of oil in it. It’s worse than the pig slop back home."

"Well, something is better than nothing.

If we don’t eat it, can’t we just feed it to the chickens and ducks?"

’Feed it to chickens and ducks?’

’No wonder that room’s door was shut so tight.’

If she listened closely, she could actually hear the clucking and quacking of chickens and ducks coming from inside.

Nina Jacobs shook her head, gently opened a crack in the door, and slipped out...

That evening, Simon Abbott and his team still hadn’t returned.

This worried the old couple sick.

Mr. and Mrs. Grant even went to Dawn Donovan, hoping she would send people to look for Liam Grant.

However, Dawn Donovan refused.

When Daniel Hale got back, Mr. and Mrs. Grant were still blocking the road, clamoring to see Justin Lawson.

But no one paid them any mind.

"The three teams that went out for supplies today also came back empty-handed."

Daniel Hale took a bite of a coarse grain bun.

Since becoming a Superpower User, he’d noticed his appetite had increased.

The coarse grain buns weren’t sweet or fragrant, but once you got used to them, they had a unique flavor of their own.

"No supplies?"

Nina Jacobs felt something was wrong.

’The shelter’s supply points are all scouted in advance.’

’Logically, it shouldn’t have been a wasted trip.’ 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

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