The Apocalypse Survival Manual (Three Days Before Doomsday, I Stockpiled Billions) novel Chapter 310

Chapter 310

Unfortunately for them, two legs couldn’t outrun four wheels.

The group chased after the van while screaming curses and throwing rocks, but before long, they were bent over, gasping for air.

Nicole hadn’t expected the road to be this dangerous. First armed toll checkpoints, then roadside ambushes, pretending to be accidents.

Westbridge and Grayport were only about 50 miles apart, barely over an hour’s drive under normal conditions. Yet for survivors trying to reach the coast, the trip felt like surviving one deadly checkpoint

after another.

Nicole and Zeph had supplies, weapons, and a vehicle. Even then, they were constantly running into

trouble.

Ordinary survivors had it far worse. A lot of people probably never even reached the ocean. They got stripped clean long before making it there.

The collision came so suddenly that even with seatbelts, Nicole and Zeph still got jolted hard. In the back, Cola and Poppy slammed sideways and let out soft, pained whines before instinctively clinging to

each other.

Poppy already had a swollen bump forming on her forehead. Nicole quickly dug out medicine and gently rubbed it over the bruise.

“I’m okay.” Poppy forced a brave little smile anyway.

Nicole stroked her hair softly. “Don’t worry. We’re almost there.”

Thankfully, the rest of the drive went much more smoothly. More survivors gradually climbed down from the mountains and returned to the highway, continuing their slow march toward the coast.

About half an hour later, the sound of crashing waves drifted faintly through the windows.

Poppy’s eyes instantly lit up. “Zeph, that’s the ocean!”

She remembered coming to the beach with her parents before the disasters, digging for shells and

picking up sea snails along the shore.

But their parents were gone now.

The excitement in her expression slowly faded into sadness.

Poppy hugged Cola tighter and quietly turned her face away to hide her tears, while Cola gently rubbed against her like he understood.

Up ahead, lights appeared again.

This time, it was a military checkpoint.

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Too many survivors had flooded toward the coastline, so the military established controlled entry points. Long lines of exhausted people waited outside the barriers.

Nicole got out to ask around and learned everyone needed registration passes before entering.

No food payment was required, but everyone had to register with an ID and receive an individual card. For the first seven days, cardholders could collect basic relief rations.

After waiting about half an hour, it was finally their turn.

An armed soldier approached the van. “Open the vehicle for inspection.”

Nicole had already prepared for this. She had hidden Cola’s muscular body under blankets and loose fabric until only the dog’s head was sticking out.

With just that droopy head hanging over the seat, Cola looked pitiful, weak, and completely harmless. His expression practically begged for food.

The soldier froze for a moment and stared at Cola for several seconds before silently shutting the door

again.

Soon, the three of them received their passes and got back on the road.

By then, dawn had already begun spreading across the horizon. Crimson light slowly rose from the edge of the sea while waves rolled endlessly against the shore.

The view hit hard, not because it was beautiful, but because it meant another terrifying day was about to begin.

The van followed the coastal highway while the shoreline gradually came into view.

Nicole lifted her binoculars. The beach wasn’t white or golden anymore, but a dull gray-black.

Tents crowded the shoreline everywhere alongside crude wooden shacks, rusted shipping containers, and broken fishing boats.

Some survivors didn’t even have shelter and simply lay exposed directly on the sand.

People packed the shoreline so tightly that they looked like filthy scraps piled across the beach.

Farther inland, apartment buildings and storefronts blended together with even more tents and bodies. sleeping in the open.

Before the disasters, Grayport had been famous for its seafood markets, beaches, and harbor tourism.

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