The Apocalypse Survival Manual (Three Days Before Doomsday, I Stockpiled Billions) novel Chapter 901

Chapter 901

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Chapter 901

The people on this boat were thin, but they looked healthier than most of the survivors Zeph met.

Even after months at sea, they still had some weight on them. They must have been eating fairly well, yet their bags looked almost empty.

Perhaps most of their belongings were still aboard.

But with waves this high, seawater could flood the boat and ruin their supplies. The whole vessel could canze.

Nicole and Zeph exchanged a look. Before either could speak, a survivor stumbled, and Zeph stepped forward to help him up.

The man appeared to be in his forties. He quickly thanked Zeph and moved on.

Zeph’s face hardened as he watched him go.

While helping him, he discreetly felt the man’s bundle. It held very little, but one hard object felt like a machete.

As more people came ashore, Nicole and Zeph grew increasingly uneasy.

After another glance at each other, they made their way through the crowd to Dale and quietly explained what they noticed.

They still had no real evidence, despite a few discreet attempts to learn more.

A machete wasn’t unusual. Most survivors carried something to defend themselves.

Looking healthier than other arrivals proved nothing, either. They might simply have had better supplies.

Apart from the few mixed-race teenagers, everyone appeared to be Yorwynian. Their speech offered no obvious clues. Some had neutral accents, while others spoke with regional accents or slipped into local dialects.

In the confusion of the sudden storm, it was hard to know what to make of it all.

Dale nevertheless took the warning seriously. Without making a scene, he told security to call in more soldiers.

Once everyone was off the boat, the group was quickly escorted to an indoor recreation area.

A man approached with a hand pressed to his forehead. “Where’s the hospital? I hit my head. It’s cut pretty bad.”

Blood covered his hand, and the wound looked serious.

Dale nearly mentioned that a doctor was standing right there, then stopped himself. He waved Nicole over.

“Your husband works at the hospital, doesn’t he? I believe you’re both staying in the staff quarters. Would you take this man over and get someone to look at him? Let’s not let that wound get any worse.”

At the mention of the hospital, several more injured survivors stepped forward.

Some had cuts on their heads. Others twisted their ankles when the boat lurched, and a few complained of racing hearts or feeling sick. Eight people needed medical attention.

“Sure,” Nicole said. “We’re heading back to the hospital anyway. Come with us.”

She waved Zeph over. “Ready?”

As they walked, she made casual conversation. “Where are you all from?”

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Chapter 901

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“Where are you from?” one of them asked.

Elmwood.” She let the local accent come through.

“Hillcrest,” someone said.

“Grayport,” another answered.

The others named their hometowns, but none claimed to be an Elmwood native.

Nicole smiled at the man who claimed to be from Grayport. “Aren’t you a prize turnip?”

It was an old local way of calling someone an idiot.

He hesitated. “Yeah, you can’t beat a Grayport turnip.”