The car pulled up outside the small town.
They needed to search for supplies inside.
Wang Bujian's backpack contained only daily necessities. Though there was food and water, it was only enough to sustain one person for a few days.
Most of it was compressed energy biscuits.
Normally, every Contract Anomalist heading out on a mission brought their own rations. First, they did not trust the cleanliness of food and water outside; second, the Aberration Association's exceptionally high-quality ingredients had spoiled their palates.
Many Contract Anomalists found themselves unable to get used to outside food after eating the Aberration Association kitchen's meals for a while.
One meal once in a while was fine, but if they had to eat it for two or three days, they would probably be unable to stand it.
It was easy to go from frugality to luxury, but hard to go from luxury back to frugality.
There was one exception: long-term missions.
Such missions generally involved exploring newly discovered worlds where Yi Gui Company had yet to establish a presence.
At times like that, Contract Anomalists had to fend for themselves.
That was why instructors also taught them the relevant survival knowledge and skills during training.
Otherwise, if a Contract Anomalist went on a mission only to starve or poison themselves to death because they could not cook, they would become a laughingstock.
Of course, some Contract Anomalists chose to have locals do the cooking.
Wang Bujian was clearly that type of Contract Anomalist.
As the car drew closer to the town, they could even hear the roars of zombies coming from within.
Before entering the town, they shut off the engine and parked the car to one side.
The generator was too loud. If they drove straight into town, they might attract the zombies