Chapter 80 Snowmobile
The neighbors felt like they had found a savior.
Even those who had given up, awaiting death at home, now had a spark of hope.
"Steven, can you really go out and find supplies?"
"If you can do that, we might survive!"
"Even though the blizzard has sealed off the city, the supplies our society has produced over the past decades are enough for us to survive!"
"Steven, I'm really... so touched!"
"Even after everything we did to you, you still..."
Some people choked up.
Originally, almost everyone in their families had someone who died at Steven's hands.
But now, their hatred for Steven seemed to vanish, leaving only gratitude in their hearts.
Steven said solemnly, "Since I'm the building manager, I have to be responsible for everyone!"
"Besides, my supplies at home are running out, too. Going out to find supplies is our only way to survive."
Hearing Steven say this made everyone feel more at ease.
In the apocalypse, when one claimed to do good deeds, others always thought one was being hypocritical.
But if one also had his own interests at stake, people found that normal.
After all, it had been almost a month since the apocalypse began.
Many families had people who starved to death.
So they believed that even if Steven had hoarded a lot of supplies, there would come a day when they would run out.
Moreover, now that there were two people in his household, the supplies would deplete even faster.
The neighbors were extremely grateful to Steven, praising him as if he were a deity.
Even Elinor joked, "At this rate, you could start your own sect and become its spiritual leader!"
In times of disaster, religion developed fast.
Because people always needed spiritual support.
Steven smiled faintly, "There is no need to make things so complicated with a bunch of sacrificial lambs."
"With just a piece of moldy bread, I can make them treat me better than their dads."
Elinor asked curiously, "But, are you really going out?" Her eyes showed a hint of worry and guilt.
Steven understood that she genuinely thought his supplies were running low and felt she was a burden to him.
Steven pinched her cheek, smiling, with eyes narrowing, "Don't worry, the supplies at home are enough to keep you alive."
He explained, "I'm just looking for an opportunity to check out the situation outside."
Normally, Steven wouldn't dare to go out, fearing an ambush from his crazed neighbors.
But now, he had become everyone's hope for survival, so naturally, they wouldn't attack him.
Elinor nodded. "Then I'll go with you!"
She knew Steven didn't fully trust her, so she volunteered to go with him.
Steven looked at her deeply and slowly but firmly shook his head. "Given our current relationship, do you think I would still doubt you?"
"A woman should stay at home and wait for her man to return!" Steven slowly stood up.
Elinor's eyes filled with a look of gratitude.
But this gratitude didn't last long.
Because Steven quickly put all the remaining food and coal at home into the extradimensional space.
"I trust you a hundred percent!" Steven said with a smile.
She had just been moved by Steven, but he quickly reverted to his old self.
Steven ignored Elinor's resentful expression and went back to his room to change clothes.
This was the first time he chose to leave the apartment building since the apocalypse.
The snowstorm had sealed off the city, and there were no signs of life outside, making it less dangerous.
However, out of caution, Steven put on a leather jacket.
The jacket couldn't be pierced without enough force, even with a knife.
After careful consideration, he found two frying pans in the extradimensional space and placed one in front and one behind his body.
This way, even if he encountered an armed opponent, his vital organs wouldn't be harmed by an ordinary handgun..
Finally, he put on a winter coat.
At this point, his figure already looked very bulky, but it gave him a sense of security.
Steven took out a 5.5-foot-long crowbar and tested it in his hand.
In a real fight, this heavy crowbar was more useful than a machete.
A wound from a knife wouldn't immediately incapacitate someone, but a blow from this crowbar would knock them down instantly.
Holding the crowbar, Steven loaded the handgun magazine before tucking it into his pocket.
Fully armed, he left his home.
The temperature outside was very cold. Even in professional-grade mountaineering gear, he could still feel a bit of chill.
But this chill wouldn't affect Steven. After some outdoor activity, his body would warm up.
Gripping the crowbar with both hands, He walked down the stairs at a steady pace.
Before each step, he would observe the surroundings.
It was always good to be cautious.
Nothing happened along the way. After all, few were reckless enough to challenge someone clearly out of their league.
Steven reached the fourth floor.
Due to the actions of the Rapids gang, most residents had moved to higher floors, and no one lived below the tenth floor.
Steven pushed the door open and entered. The inside was a mess; the windows had been smashed, and even the flimsy security bars were torn open.
The wind howled as it blew through the hole in the building.
Steven carefully climbed out through the hole.
His feet landed on the ground, and the snow reached up to his knees.
But since the snow had accumulated so much, it had become somewhat compacted, preventing him from sinking completely.
However, walking in this snow was still difficult.
Steven looked around. The vast Sunshine Community was dead silent, with nothing but the sound of the wind.
He didn't see any prying eyes.
Steven took out a snowmobile from the extradimensional space, which was already fueled up.
Operating this vehicle wasn't complicated. After a bit of tinkering and reading the instructions, Steven knew how to handle it.
He mounted the snowmobile, turned the key, and the engine roared to life.
Steven drove the snowmobile towards the edge of the community.
As he left, he felt like some people were watching him through their windows.
This was not surprising.
After all, there were no more human activities outside, and the sound of the snowmobile was quite jarring.
"It looks like some people will covet this snowmobile in the future!" Steven smirked.
He wasn't afraid of exposing the existence of the snowmobile.
Too many people had already targeted him.
Especially now, it wouldn't be surprising if someone killed for a piece of bread.
He was no longer afraid.
The snow had buried many small houses, and the streets were invisible.
However, having lived here for over twenty years, Steven could roughly determine directions using the high-rise landmarks.
So, for him, getting lost wasn't an issue.
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