It seems that Alanna won't surrender willingly for the time being.
I'll have to starve her for a few days and see how things go.
If it doesn't work, I'll just throw her to the zombies for feeding.
In a doomsday world with no tomorrow, Waldo has no intention of keeping a worthless burden.
Under normal circumstances, he might have entertained the thought of keeping someone warm in his bed.
But now, Waldo only thinks about how to survive.
He doesn't want to think too much anymore.
Waldo shakes his head, dismissing his thoughts, takes off his clothes and pants, hangs them on a hanger, and is left with just a pair of boxer shorts.
Alanna nervously tightens her legs together and questions, "What do you want to do?!"
Although the question seems like a challenge, her trembling voice, combined with her beautiful face, seems to ignite the possessiveness of the male instinct even more.
Waldo squints his eyes and says, "I won't waste a lot of energy on intimate activities during times of scarce resources."
Alanna, whose thoughts have been exposed, blushes and tries to argue.
You...
Waldo lies down on the sofa, takes out a blanket, covers himself, and interrupts her, saying, "Save your energy! Instead of cursing, it's better to rest early."
After saying that, Waldo closes his eyes and starts resting.
Soon, he starts snoring.
Alanna can only give up and lie down on the floor to rest.
However, hunger keeps her tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep for a long time.
The lemon water from earlier even makes her stomach acid surge.
The next morning.
Waldo is awakened by the sunlight shining on his face from the window.
He stretches lazily and sits up, then turns to look at Alanna and jokes, "Oh, why is there a giant panda here? Did the national treasure also come to participate in the doomsday survival?"
Alanna sits on the ground, her face pale, her eyes bloodshot, and dark circles surrounding her eyes.
Clearly, she didn't sleep all night.
Alanna, who hasn't rested, doesn't retort Waldo's mockery.
Her mental state is poor, making her feel somewhat dazed.
All of this was within Waldo's expectations.
A woman who has been hungry all day, finally replenished with water, only to be given lemon water. The strong feeling of hunger will only keep her awake at night.
Are you hungry? Have some breakfast?
Waldo takes out a sandwich and offers it to Alanna.
Alanna smells the aroma of the sandwich, and her stomach involuntarily growls.
But she still suppresses her instincts, turning her head away without looking.
Waldo smirks and gives a thumbs-up.
Resolute!
Then, Waldo puts the sandwich into his own mouth.
During the process of eating, he even exaggerates and praises, "Mmm, it's delicious! So tasty!"
After breaching Alanna's psychological defense line in the morning, Waldo opens his email.
The system promptly delivers today's supplies in the email.
Unlimited 9mm bullets!
And they are important ammunition!
And it's unlimited!
Waldo's heart can't help but thump.
But he quickly calms down.
After all, finding a firearm compatible with the magazines is not that easy.
Even as time passes, suitable weapons will definitely appear on the trading platform one after another.
But time waits for no one.
The abandoned supermarket where Waldo is currently located could be invaded by zombies at any given day.
If these zombies go crazy and rush straight into the supermarket, he would be in trouble.
Waldo immediately opens the trading platform to start scanning for items.
Although Waldo had a fruitful morning, he still couldn't find any traces of the things he was hoping for.
During lunchtime, Waldo holds a plate of fried rice and suddenly stops, sighing.
This is so difficult!
Next to him, Alanna speaks in her weak and dry voice, "You can eat your food, but can you not eat next to me?"
Waldo shakes the plate of fried rice and says, "Sure, but it's unnecessary."
Alanna doesn't argue and chooses to lie down with her eyes closed, playing ostrich.
Waldo continues muttering to himself, "This fried rice is too greasy, I can't eat it!"
Alanna, with her eyes closed, suddenly hears the sound of something being thrown into the trash can and instinctively opens her eyes.
Waldo actually poured the fried rice into the trash can!
"What are you doing?!" Alanna angrily questions.
Waldo turns his head to look at Alanna after pouring the fried rice, smiling, and says, "As you can see, I poured away the food I couldn't eat."
Alanna can't believe it.
You're wasting food! Do you know what you're doing?
Do you want to eat? Why are you so excited? If you want to eat, I can give you some; I still have plenty.
Waldo looks indifferent.
Alanna doesn't say anything, but gives him an angry glance and continues to lie down, closing her eyes to rest.
Waldo watches Alanna salivate at the lingering scent of the food in the air, and he secretly chuckles.
Let's see how long you can hold out.
Waldo opens the chat channel and starts browsing today's chat content.
After the baptism of the first day, many people have adapted to the rhythm of survival in the doomsday. Many people have gone out to collect supplies, and some have even killed zombies.
Of course, more people have become lunch for the zombies.
While going through the chat history, Waldo's eyes suddenly freeze, staring fixedly at one message.
Number 72727: Selling a P92 pistol, anyone interested, DM me with an offer!
This message also sparked a series of discussions.
Number 23452: Damn, someone already found a pistol the next day, while I'm stuck with a damn razor.
Number 23345: So jealous!
Waldo immediately messages this player.
Bro, is the item still available? What are your conditions?
Soon, the player replied.
The item is still available. Are you interested? I want 100 bottles of water and 100 servings of food, any type.
Suppressing his excitement, Waldo calmly negotiates, "That's too expensive! It's already difficult to collect supplies now, just managing not to starve is impressive enough. Besides, your pistol is probably out of bullets, and I'll have to go out and buy them separately!"
The player responds with another message.
How much can you offer?
Waldo: At most, 10 bottles of water and 10 loaves of bread!
This time, Waldo waits a long time without receiving a reply.
His heart also starts to race as he hesitates whether to raise the offer.
Finally, a response comes through.
Fine, let's consider it as making a friend.
There's no doubt that the value of this pistol is much higher than that.
But the situation is special now, and survival is the most important thing.
There aren't many people who can spare extra food and water, so he doesn't have other choices.
The player puts the P92 pistol up on the trading interface.
Once both sides confirm, the trade is completed, and the items start being sent through the mailbox!