SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire-Chapter 192: Arriving at the Destination _1

White Night...

As Colin listened to his sermon and the other party pronounced his real name, he couldn’t help but think of a sacred figure in his mind.

That figure arose from the eternal darkness, floating in mid-air, flapping its wings, scattering blessings and light, dispelling the darkness, and bringing salvation...

In a trance, everyone seemed to hear it as if it wanted to say something.

However, at that very moment, someone suddenly shouted, and the vision came to an abrupt halt.

"Wait, I think we’ve arrived!"

Hearing the voice, Colin paused his steps for a moment and slightly shook his head, looking in that direction.

Under the illumination of light, a dilapidated and declined riverfront skyscraper appeared on their retinas. Visually, there wasn’t anything particularly strange about this place compared to others.

However, taking in a slight breath, Colin detected in the air a fishy smell, not normal by any means.

’There’s something wrong here.’

Colin hesitated for a moment, uncertain if he should find some way to warn the others, but the Fate Propeller, one of the Extraordinary Ones, suddenly cried out, "My intuition tells me something is off inside. Be careful."

Although "intuition" wasn’t reliable in gauging good or bad luck, those who followed the path of Fate Propeller were a different story.

Because they were in contact with the power of the Book of Fate, their sixth sense was usually extraordinary.

After he spoke, Colin saw everyone immediately become alert, slowing down and quieting their footsteps.

Another group of survivors, unaware of the reasons, observed nothing out of the ordinary but still followed suit in reducing their noise.

A few minutes later, Colin and the others cautiously moved up to the perimeter of that community.

Upon arriving, they could distinctly feel the air turn moister, and an almost imperceptible scent of sea brine wafted around them.

However, for the moment, they saw nothing unusual; aside from the smell, Colin spotted no threats...

Just then, Wang Hu, who was being carried by someone, smelled the sea brine and seemed to think of something, whispering, "It’s those things from the seabed; they might be nearby."

"Something from the sea?" Colin asked.

He soon learned this was related to a disaster that occurred at the beginning—a terrifying tsunami.

During that storm, countless coastal cities and island nations disappeared beneath swiftly rising seas, the population plummeting by unknown numbers. Even those who didn’t die immediately could still hear strange sounds from the sea, luring survivors into the depths.

Fortunately, after a while, the tsunami receded back to pre-catastrophe levels.

Sources said that those close to rivers and seas might encounter certain underwater lifeforms...

These beings were suspected to be humans who had been engulfed by the disaster.

The smell in the air now, along with the moistness and some strange, viscous liquid on the ground, matched the descriptions of those beings.

"Over the years, we’ve traded information with survivors from other regions and learned about these monsters, but we’ve never seen them..." Wang Hu shook his head, adding more details.

Said monsters had skin tough as steel, immense strength, and the power to beguile the human heart and more...

"They should have only passed through here; the problem isn’t that big."

Colin glanced at the ground and clearly saw the foul-smelling stains leading toward a corner of the street, not entering Dragon Bay.

If it wasn’t necessary, they had no desire to confront these beings.

Now, entering the night, as Colin and the others hurried along, they occasionally saw various bizarre things, such as squirming shadows, flesh plants perched atop buildings, and so on...

Perhaps they had discovered them early, so they hadn’t been attacked.

The only monster they had directly confronted was those black-skinned creatures resembling humans in vast numbers...

Without further thought and once assured there was no immediate danger, Colin and his companions entered Dragon Bay and, following directions, arrived at the base of Building D.

In front of them, the stainless-steel gate on the first floor of the community had long been rusted beyond repair due to years of neglect and previous exposure to the sea.

They easily passed through the gate and cautiously made their way to Room 803 on the eighth floor, where they found a large stash of supplies.

Colin scanned the items and noticed most were various canned foods and some mechanical parts. What seemed to be stored most securely was medicine, such as Amoxicillin, cough suppressants, ibuprofen, acetaminophen, Liuwei Dihuang Pills, vitamins, and so on...

"We’re saved! There’s hope for my dad’s illness!" a survivor called out, holding a box in his hands, his dirty face beaming with joy.

It wasn’t just him; other survivors also showed rare smiles.

In this disaster, food wasn’t so hard to come by, after all. The catastrophe had claimed so many lives at once that the grand districts and cities which used to support tens or hundreds of millions of people now had to sustain less than one percent or even one thousandth of that number, making the leftover food more than abundant.

Even in some ruined shelters, the remaining canned goods were plentiful enough that several settlements had eaten for more than a decade without exhausting the supply, not to mention other resources.

And, with makeshift generators and a few light bulbs, they could also grow some vegetables and raise pigs...

Only medicine, even the common cold medicine that used to be everywhere, was beyond their ability to replicate, making it scarce in the aftermath.

"After so many years, are these still good?" Colin couldn’t help but ask, curious.

From what he understood, after the great disaster, except in shelters and such, people generally lacked the means to produce medicine. Therefore, any medicine found here would be at least ten years old, and he wondered if taking it could lead to poisoning.

"The potency might diminish, but most of them should still work, and besides, we don’t have a choice," explained Wang Hu, lying atop a crate of canned goods.

Taking it might cause a reaction, but not taking it would surely lead to death from an infection.

Without medicine, an ordinary cold could be as devastating as a natural disaster for children or those not in good health...

"Alright, we’ve done what we promised you; now it’s your turn," Qin Chuan steered the conversation back on track, "Have your people lead us to a ’refuge shelter’ that is still operational."

"Don’t worry, give us one day. Once we take these medicines back, we’ll immediately call that person over to lead you to the shelter. During this process, I and three others will stay here with you..." Wang Hu made the promise.

Colin and the others exchanged looks, thought about it, and ultimately did not object.

They could wait one day.

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