After hearing this, Zhang Meng decided to think it over.
At the very least, he needed to gather enough information before considering awakening.
He returned to the church ruins, surrounded by the desolate landscape of the apocalypse.
He looked around for others to ask.
Sure enough, the others knew about awakening too, but none of them dared to go.
"That place is too dangerous. Old Tom went there last time and came back with only one hand left."
"Later, he was made into canned food. What a waste—he was a good 120 jin of meat and bones."
"Ugh..." Hearing this, Zhang Meng's stomach spasmed violently.
He nearly threw up.
Yet the people around him acted as though it were perfectly natural.
Of course, he could understand it. Even during ordinary famines, history had recorded countless cases of people eating one another.
And this was the apocalypse. He hurried to a corner and fought back the urge to vomit. He could not let others see his weakness.
Every spasm in his stomach seemed to remind him that this was a new beginning, as well as a brutal trial. He knew that if he wanted to survive in this apocalypse, he would have to rely on strength, wisdom, and, most importantly, courage.
Without cheats, he had to gamble with his life.
Otherwise, he could only live numbingly from one day to the next until he died.
Compared to that, Li Cang, that guy with cheats, really did seem like the protagonist of a novel. He had three white girls and a whole bunch of cannon fodder.
Night fell, and the survivors gathered around a bonfire in the churchyard.
Their faces were filled with exhaustion and vigilance.
Dinner today was ordinary food: mashed potatoes with a little salt. There was nothing good to