Reborn with Nothing but My Farm and Vengeance in the Apocalypse novel Chapter 201

Chapter 201: Chapter 201: The God-Worshipping Cult

According to the official count, a total of 17 residents of The Metropolis Residences were killed and over 50 were injured in yesterday’s terrorist attack.

Additionally, over 20 homes on the lower floors were bombed and burned down. Those goddamn terrorists shot out the windows and threw grenades right inside...

At this thought, Manager Grant turned to Melody Summers and Winnie Summers and said earnestly, "Oh, and I really must thank you two. If it weren’t for the fire extinguishers you donated during the wildfire on the back mountain, the consequences this time would have been unimaginable..."

With the chronic water shortage, the community’s fire hydrants were basically useless. If the fires hadn’t been put out quickly, they would have spread to the upper floors. You can imagine the consequences—many more people would have died.

Fortunately, Melody Summers had donated a large number of fire extinguishers, which was how they managed to get the blaze under control in time.

Melody Summers quickly replied, "Please, don’t mention it, Manager Grant. We’re all part of this community. It was the least we could do. Thanking us makes us sound like strangers."

Winnie Summers then asked, "How are the injured residents doing?"

Hearing this, Manager Grant shook his head with a grim look. "They just went to the hospital to get patched up and came right back. They didn’t even get any anesthesia. There’s nothing to do but endure it..."

It was now the second year of the cataclysm, and medical resources were extremely scarce. Not only had the price of many medicines skyrocketed, but there was also a severe shortage of medical personnel. Even many medical students who hadn’t graduated yet were being temporarily hired to help in the hospitals!

Nowadays, ordinary people simply couldn’t afford to get sick; all they could do was pray they didn’t.

A property management employee mixing cement sighed and said in a low voice, "Enduring it is its own kind of pain. The way things are now, it’s better to be dead than to suffer through life. Death is a release..."

For a moment, a heavy atmosphere fell over the main gate. Everyone went back to their tasks in silence.

Manager Grant sighed and said to Winnie Summers, "Yesterday’s attack has everyone in a panic. People were already depressed because of the perpetual night, and now this... Sigh. Our emergency response office will have to start doing more home visits for psychological counseling, or we’ll see even more people jumping from buildings..."

Winnie Summers nodded, her expression grave.

After saying goodbye to Manager Grant and entering the residential complex, Melody Summers first took Winnie Summers to Crystal Mart. Inside the supermarket, a few people were lined up to collect their sand vine cakes.

As the weather had been growing colder, the residents who came for sand vine cakes were all bundled up. After yesterday’s terrorist attack, no one was making small talk as they usually did; they just waited in silence.

Only Officer Tristan Tanner and Crystal Lynch were in the supermarket. A shipment of supplies had needed to be transported the day before, and due to a manpower shortage, Colin Summers and the Lynch father and son had gone to help. They wouldn’t be back for a couple of days.

Winnie Summers hurried over to take Crystal Lynch’s place so she could get some rest.

Melody Summers went up to greet Crystal Lynch but noticed her eyes were as swollen as walnuts.

Seeing this, Melody Summers asked with concern, "Crystal, what’s wrong? What happened?"

Crystal Lynch said in a hoarse voice, "My elderly neighbor... he was killed in yesterday’s terrorist attack..."

"He came to get his sand vine cake yesterday and told me it was his granddaughter’s birthday, so I gave him all three portions of candy meant for my family. I also secretly gave him a bag of dried noodles I’d stored at the supermarket. He was so happy, he just kept thanking me."

"But he didn’t make it home. He ran into the terrorists... They started shooting at anyone they saw, and the old man got hit..."

"After he was shot, he clutched his wound and somehow managed to crawl to the elevator. He used the last of his strength to get home, gave the supplies to his family, and then... he passed away..."

After the old man passed, his family cried all through the night.

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