The beacon of silence stands in a desolate inlet.

Lead-gray waves surged under the gloomy clouds, and scattered black lumps wandered around the coast.

Lu Li slowly emerged from the melancholy lighthouse. The number of refugees at the top of the tower did not increase or decrease. They relied on sleep to reduce movement and hunger.

Those who were awake woke up because of Lu Li's appearance. They woke up one after another and looked at Lu Li expectantly.

"What time is it now?"

Qiao Qiao pushed Aunt Mary awake and answered Lu Li: "It's just afternoon."

"I'm going to find food."

Lu Li responded to the expectant gazes of the refugees, left the top of the tower, and drifted towards Shanin Street on the other side of the coastal woods.

The messy traces on the beach indicate that infected people are scattered all over the island, but there may be food that is not infected with the plague in remote places, as long as the infected people are not interested in it.

The bad news is that infected people have been to Shaning Street, and traces remain on the street. Blood-stained hair, scraps of flesh, and limbs. The good news is that they have left, and Lu Li has enough time to find enough food before new infected people arrive.

Ignoring the houses and shops that did not store much food, Lu Li focused on shops and restaurants, and was lucky enough to find dozens of pounds of wheat flour in a bakery.

There is no way to light a fire in the lighthouse, but raw wheat flour is not inedible.

After confirming that the infected person had not contaminated the place, Lu Li remembered the location of the bakery and floated into the adjacent store.

There are a lot of supplies here, and most of the people who chose to take refuge didn't think of taking them with them, and those who didn't leave didn't have time to search for them. This left them in the original place, but they just needed to avoid the parts contaminated by the plague.

Lu Li found some dried fish and meat, but the dried items left in the open were obviously no longer suitable for consumption. A box of sealed cans was an unexpected surprise.

This was enough to sustain the people on the lighthouse until tomorrow, but the lack of water was the real trouble. When leaving the lighthouse, Lu Li found that many people had chapped lips, were weak from lack of water, and were unable to think.

The water sources exposed to the air are obviously contaminated, and there is no bottled water here. The only safe drinking water is canned soup that is as salty as sea water and full of preservatives.

We can only hope that boiling it will kill the germ curse.

When preparing to return to the lighthouse, Lu Li suddenly heard faint whispers coming from the second floor of the store. He walked through the ceiling to the upper floor and saw a trail of dried blood extending from the corridor into the bedroom where the door collapsed.

Voices came from the bedroom, intermittent and echoing.

A radio was lying on the desk, and the voices that Lu Li heard were accompanied by rustling sounds.

[...sizz...the hurricane...is expected to...arrive, be prepared for...safety...the wind...landing...sizz...]

Lu Li stopped briefly and pieced together what was being played on the radio: the hurricane is expected to arrive tomorrow and land on Tamboul Island in the afternoon. All residents are asked to make safety preparations to prevent hurricane disasters.

The automatically looping broadcast can only be a hurricane that was recorded yesterday and will arrive tomorrow afternoon...that is, later.

Looking out the window, the clouds covering the earth have not changed.

Moreover, Lu Li discovered that the radio's power supply had been disconnected, and the power supply to Queen's Island had been cut off last night.

Is this a nightmare bug, or is the radio tainted by something weird?

Lu Li left the room, returned to the lighthouse, and told them the news about the food and hurricane.

The joy of finding food was tempered by the news of the hurricane, as people recalled that the hurricane was indeed coming, and that it was just today

Bang bang——

Qiao Qiao clapped her hands gently to call the attention of those around her: "I'm almost hungry. Let's go step by step and get food first. Lu Li, we have to go to Shaning Street."

"There are no infected people on Shanin Street. I will lure away the infected people around the lighthouse and the woods."

Qiao Qiao chose people to go out. They didn't need too many people, only five including her. But some people didn't want to leave the lighthouse, so Lu Li did nothing and quietly watched the humanity surging in the lighthouse.

In the end, only one young man and three middle-aged people were willing to leave with Qiaoqiao, including a woman.

Lu Li reminded them to cover their mouths and noses.

"Is this useful?" Qiaoqiao followed the reminder and tore the strip of cloth to cover her mouth and nose.

"I don't know, but you can't afford to be negligent."

When the remaining four people did as they were told, Lu Li passed through the trap door, and the refugees heard the monster's shout gradually disappearing. Qiao Qiao looked around at the expectant old man, the shrinking one with his head buried, and they worked together to push away the heavy object.

squeak——

Qiao Qiao opened the trap door and peered through the gap into the purgatory-like interior of the lighthouse, which was covered in blood and flesh.

The infected have been lured away.

They climbed down the vertical ladder one after another, stepped on the cold and rancid meat and returned downstairs along the spiral steps, inspected the empty beach, and then rushed into the woods.

Not long after, Lu Li met them in the woods, floating in the treetops to warn and guide them.

Because of Lu Li, they avoided several direct conflicts with infected people wandering in the woods and successfully returned to Shaning Street.

Shanin Street was relatively quiet. Lu Li didn't know why the infected people suddenly became rare. Maybe there was a presence in Tambur City that attracted them.

Moving cans from the store and flour from the bakery, the woman hesitated and said, "Can we cook food here?"

Most of the evacuees are the elderly and children, who cannot afford such coarse food.

"Can't you go back with the firewood?" Qiao Qiao replied.

"The lighthouse doesn't have a cooking chimney. Those monsters will see the smoke."

"Eat the can first."

Lu Li said, he knew that tranquility was just an illusion.

There are twenty-one evacuees in total, and a box of cans can barely sustain them for the day.

People stopped arguing, but brought wheat flour because hurricanes bring abundant rain—dough is always easier to eat than flour.

On the way back, Lu Li lured away an infected person who got too close, but when they returned to the lighthouse, a group of infected people wandering on the beach discovered them. Lu Li rushed back too late. He had no special appeal and was far away.

It is not as attractive to the infected as the flesh and blood that is close at hand.

"Climb up there!"

Qiaoqiao, who had just brought the food to the top, shouted, and they struggled to climb up the vertical ladder. The chaos was like the horror of last night reappearing. The only difference was that the people at the top of the tower did not abandon them, and anxiously stretched out their hands by the trap door.

Qiao Qiao and the five of them grabbed the vertical ladder and crawled, but the rising black slime was faster than them. The middle-aged man at the bottom was wrapped around his ankles by the black slime and was dragged into the thick waves with a scream. The woman lost her hand and fell due to panic.

, disappeared in an instant.

When Qiaoqiao, who was left last, climbed to the top of the tower, everyone who had no time to grieve closed the trap door and put on heavy objects.

Bang bang——

Black slime slapped against the trap door, and the heavy objects vibrated upon impact. It seemed that pollution might spread into the lighthouse at any time.

Lu Li returned to the lighthouse at this time, attracted the attention of the infected, and tried to lure them out of the lighthouse, but he was only half successful - the accumulation of black mucus seemed to make the infected weakly intelligent, and they lingered around the lighthouse and refused to leave.

"Push the searchlight down!"

Qiaoqiao looked up at the dark clouds in the distance.
Chapter completed!