"If they have a supply warehouse in the Western Suburbs, it’s most likely here."
Nina Jacobs drove directly into the park.
Simon Abbott’s group didn’t have a Space Superpower User, so they’d stockpiled a massive amount of supplies before the apocalypse.
Nina Jacobs knew they had multiple warehouse locations, but she couldn’t guess where they were.
But having been reborn, she knew they would definitely hide their supply warehouses in sparsely populated, inconspicuous places.
Like that abandoned garage last time.
And here.
After driving a lap around the park, Nina Jacobs still couldn’t find any location suitable for storing supplies.
That included the unopened cafes and tea houses inside the park.
There were no supplies inside any of them.
Just when she thought she had misjudged, she noticed a pile of construction materials.
Behind the piles of sand and bricks were several transport trucks.
They looked like cargo trucks for hauling construction materials.
There were nine such trucks, and each had a sealed cargo container.
After confirming no one was around, Nina Jacobs violently pried open the door of one of the trucks.
Inside were two neat rows of wooden crates, stacked high and low.
Just as she expected, the wooden crates were filled with food supplies.
"They’re really good at hiding things."
’Hiding supplies in construction vehicles... even if people came to this abandoned park, they wouldn’t notice.’
Nina Jacobs simply stored all the remaining wooden crates directly into her system’s storage.
Including the contents of the other eight trucks.
By the time she finished and returned home, it was already afternoon.
She drove her car straight into the courtyard and handed Leo Hale several large bags of supplies she’d brought down from the vehicle.
The supplies were her excuse for going out.
"You went out looking for supplies all by yourself?
You’ve got some serious nerve."
On the second-floor balcony of the neighboring courtyard, Chester Pearson was standing there, watching her.
"I took a detour, so I got back a little late," Nina Jacobs replied, not batting an eye.
Her car’s front windshield was splattered with zombie blood, and its sides were covered in conspicuous scratch marks.
"As long as you’re back. You’re not hurt, are you?"
Seeing that Nina Jacobs didn’t have a single stain on her, Daniel Hale relaxed.
"I told you not to, but you wouldn’t listen. You just had to go out.
Don’t we still have supplies?"
Vera Coleman nagged, but still used her Water Element Superpower to wash the filth off Nina Jacobs’s car.
Ever since she’d awakened her Superpower, she no longer felt nauseous seeing such disgusting things.
Her physical fitness had also improved considerably.
’This might be the only good thing to come out of the apocalypse.’
"We’re leaving tomorrow. It’s always good to have more supplies," Nina Jacobs said, her mood excellent.
When she went inside, she found that Vera Coleman and the others had already cleaned the old house from top to bottom.
"I wonder if we’ll ever come back here.
I’ve actually grown to like this place," Chelsea Walsh said with a sigh.
Even though it was an old house, life here was very convenient.
Besides, they had fought for their lives together here.
"We will if we get the chance."
Nina Jacobs was also a bit reluctant to leave. Before the base was built, she might come back here again.
「The next morning, the weather was surprisingly cooler than the past few days.」
"I was originally planning to invite you all to take the helicopter, but Man Lawson wouldn’t agree to his own grandson riding in one."
Chester Pearson said, his expression regretful as he looked at the heavy armored vehicles.
Nina Jacobs guessed that the "Man Lawson" he mentioned was likely Myra Lawson’s father and Ian Chandler’s maternal grandfather.
However, she planned to drive her own car for the trip.
’Even if I come back, it’s more convenient to have my own car.’
’Besides, I still have system missions to complete.’
"You’re really not afraid of dying?"

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