Page 323 I'm working as a warehouse manager in SCP

I'm working as a warehouse manager in SCP

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He still remembered that when he returned to this world for the first time, those ordinary people were still walking on the street instinctively, even though they lost consciousness.

But this time he saw nothing.

The neighborhood and the streets were all empty.

He is like Will Smith in "I Am Legend", facing the end of the world alone.

This is not right, so many people can disappear out of thin air, where did they go?

During the month of his absence, something extraordinary must have happened in this world.

"anyone there????"

Zhang Jue gathered his hands together, put them near his mouth, and shouted loudly.

But no one responded to him.

Well, it seems that there is really no one.

Zhang Jue walked alone on the wide road.

Attempt to find useful clues.

Suddenly, a shopping mall gate in front caught his attention.

Because the shutter door was broken open with violence.

Zhang Jue got in through the hole in the rolling door, and then frowned slightly.

There has been no ventilation for two months, and the air quality is really bad.

But Zhang Jue found that there were obvious traces of "normal human" activities here.

Many supermarket trolleys are stacked at the door.

Because of the power outage, the inside of the shopping mall was very dark, and Zhang Jue walked forward step by step with the faint light coming in from the door.

Soon, he arrived at the supermarket on the first floor.

a mess.

Many shelves were pushed to the ground.

Zhang Jue found the alcohol and tobacco counter, found something from the ground and smashed the glass, and took out two lighters from it.

"Pa-ta, pa-ta—"

The lighter was lit, and with the erratic flame, Zhang Jue could finally see the surrounding scene clearly.

He found that the supermarket seemed to be robbed.

Some instant food, such as ham sausage, instant noodles, canned food, etc. were all looted.

The precious jewelry in the Jinliufu store on the opposite side was left untouched.

In the last days, survival is the first priority.

Now he was finally sure that there were survivors in the city he was in, and there were quite a few of them.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be so urgent that we go to the supermarket together to buy daily necessities.

He came to the living area of the supermarket, found a towel and tied it to the clothes pole, poured some cooking oil on it, and made a simple torch.

After wandering around twice with a torch, I didn't find any valuable clues.

Just when he was about to give up, Yu Guang suddenly noticed that there seemed to be words written in paint on the wall opposite the cash register.

"If you are also a survivor, please come to the city's No.1 civilian hospital, everyone is here, pay attention to safety, remember."

The paint has dried up, it seems that it has been a long time since this line was written, at least a month is conservatively estimated.

And the handwriting is very scribbled, and I can't even finish the notes I remember.

Zhang Jue could probably imagine the situation at that time - some people came here to look for supplies, after the task was completed, a kind-hearted person wrote this line with paint, and was dragged away by his companions.

After seeing this sentence, Zhang Jue was very excited.

The city's No.1 civilian hospital is not far from here, are the survivors gathered there?

Without hesitation, he immediately left the mall after extinguishing the torch.

When he came to the road, he found a shared bicycle, buckled a brick from the edge of the roadside flower bed, and broke the lock three times.

He stepped on his bicycle and rode like the wind all the way to the city's No.1 People's Hospital.

At this moment, he wished he could fly over.

The hospital is not far from the shopping mall, and Zhang Jue arrived at the gate of the hospital by bicycle 10 minutes later.

There was still no one in sight, and the door of the hospital was closed.

Zhang Jue put the car aside and parked it, then carefully opened the door of the hospital.

As soon as he entered the hospital lobby, Zhang Jue smelled a strong smell of blood.

There were blood splatters on the floor and walls of the hall.

Apparently, a very serious battle had broken out here, and not so long ago.

A bad premonition rose in Zhang Jue's heart.

He went all the way up the stairs, and found that the smell of blood became stronger as he went up, and there were more blood stains around him, but he couldn't see the corpse.

He came to the floor where the ward was, where there were traces of human life.

Zhang Jue saw that there was still a moldy instant noodle bucket in the trash can, and the noodle soup in it hadn't completely dried up.

It should be less than a week from the accident.

"Disasters are always one step ahead of me..."

Zhang Jue laughed at himself.

It took Zhang Jue an hour to go around the entire hospital.

He found no one, living or dead, except blood everywhere.

But he found a notebook in an office.

It wasn't that he was sharp-eyed or lucky.

Instead, the door of that office was wide open, and there was only that open notebook on the spacious desk, as if inviting others to look at it.

Zhang Jue picked up the notebook and found that it was actually a diary.