Login via

After I Fully Prepared for the Apocalypse, the Ungrateful Cried with Regret novel Chapter 172

Chapter 172: Chapter 172: Sheila Rhodes

"Join you?"

Kurt Garrison didn’t agree right away.

He was a veteran, and in the apocalypse, he would always lend a helping hand to survivors in distress.

But with these people before him, he couldn’t help but hesitate.

"Her name is Zoe Morgan,

and Mason Morgan is her dad."

Seeing Kurt Garrison hesitate, the girl shot a look at her companion.

The other girl saw the signal and quickly spoke up.

"Who’s Mason Morgan?"

Kurt Garrison frowned.

"You don’t even know who Mason Morgan is?"

The girl’s expression immediately turned awkward.

"Mason Morgan, the former deputy mayor of City J?"

Chase Gallagher asked as he walked over to check on the situation.

"Yes, yes!

Mason Morgan is my dad. You know my father?"

Zoe Morgan asked excitedly.

"I don’t."

Chase Gallagher replied.

"Dude, you even know that?

Leave it to you."

Holden Shaw said as he followed behind him.

After all, Chase Gallagher wasn’t even from City J.

And yet he, a City J native, had no idea who Mason Morgan was.

Seeing Chase and Holden approach, Kurt Garrison, Eric Stone, and the others quickly got out of their vehicles.

They also took the opportunity to get the gist of the situation with this group of young men and women.

It turned out that Zoe Morgan’s group had seen what happened here last night.

The sky had been filled with flames.

They figured there had to be many powerful Superpower Users here.

So, they had decided to seek refuge with them.

"You want to follow us to City D?"

Eric Stone asked after hearing them out.

"There are so many of you.

Taking us along wouldn’t be a big deal, right?"

Seeing Zoe Morgan’s eyes redden, a tall boy quickly retorted.

"How is it not a big deal?

If we really take you with us, you aren’t planning on eating our supplies, are you?"

Yara Garcia also got out of her vehicle.

After what happened with James Fletcher, they were no longer willing to help just anyone.

After all, they had just paid a terrible price.

"We really don’t have many supplies left,

but once I get to City D and find my dad,

I’ll have him pay you back."

Zoe Morgan said.

"That won’t be necessary.

We don’t even have enough supplies for our own people."

Yara Garcia said.

Eric Stone knew they had some empty seats in their vehicles, but he didn’t speak up either.

"How can you be like this..."

The girl who had spoken up for Zoe Morgan earlier seemed to find it hard to believe that Eric Stone’s group would refuse.

"Fine, we won’t take your supplies.

We can at least ride in your vehicles, right?

I want to ride in that one."

Zoe Morgan pointed to a vehicle right in the middle of several large buses.

"What did you say?"

Yara Garcia immediately shot her an "Are you serious?" look.

That was the vehicle they had specially prepared for Nina Jacobs to show their gratitude.

It was a brand-new armored vehicle, both safe and comfortable.

And it was spacious, too.

The girl certainly had good taste, just not a lot of sense.

"If you want to follow us, fine.

But you’re not getting a ride or any supplies."

Eric Stone’s expression turned cold as well.

"Let’s go. Time to get back on the road."

Kurt Garrison said to Chase Gallagher.

Chase Gallagher nodded, then turned and walked back to the vehicle with Holden Shaw.

Seeing everyone get back in their vehicles without paying them any more attention, the group had no choice but to give up.

"Just drive, geez."

Zoe Morgan opened the car door and got in.

Inside was the driver, a girl with glasses.

When the others got out earlier, she was the only one left in the car.

A slap landed on the back of the girl’s head.

"Are you happy seeing us like this?

You’re just like them, so infuriating!"

Furious, Zoe Morgan habitually vented her anger on the girl with glasses.

Verify captcha to read the content.VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABEL

Reading History

No history.

Comments

The readers' comments on the novel: After I Fully Prepared for the Apocalypse, the Ungrateful Cried with Regret