Chapter 242: Greed
The physical lock on the iron door also showed signs of damage. After only a slight hesitation, they pushed the door open, both excited and fearful, and entered.
It was no different from the imagined medicine, this was indeed a warehouse filled with shelves of medicine.
Looking at the various medicines within reach, several people just reached out to grab them.
The next second.
"Roar!" A roar that echoed throughout the entire warehouse entered everyone’s ears.
It made the ear canals of these low-strength survivors ache.
The hands that had been extended were all pulled back, and having just entered the medicine storage, this roar scared them back behind the iron door.
"This sound..."
"It’s an Epic-level Zombie!"
Someone recognized the furious roar and immediately cried out in alarm.
Before he could speak again, everyone covered his mouth.
"Keep it down! Do you want to get us killed?"
The person who spoke also realized his mistake at this moment and nodded.
Just then, movement came from inside the iron door again.
It was a steady set of footsteps.
"Thump, thump, thump!"
Everyone looked through the crack in the door, following the sound, and the owner of the footsteps was none other than Vikram.
At the same time, upon seeing Vikram, the pupils of the people hiding behind the door constricted.
Behind Vikram’s seemingly unconcerned figure, a massive Zombie suddenly leaped over the tall medicine shelves, soaring towards Vikram.
At the same time, its foul-smelling claws pointed directly at the back of Vikram’s head.
A gasp of surprise immediately rose again from the crowd.
"Hmph, hmph, serves this kid right for liking to show off. He’s dead for sure now, isn’t he?"
"Exactly, look at him still pretending to be calm. Does he think this Zombie is just an ordinary Zombie from outside? He’s really asking for death!"
Although they all followed behind Vikram to pick up scraps, in reality, few of them truly wished him well.
After all, if Vikram died, they would have a chance to claim all these medicines for themselves.
"Watch out behind you!!"
Just then, a warning cry came from the crowd.
It was the kind-faced Survivor from before.
Whether out of principle or guilt, he shouted, disregarding the risk of being discovered by the Epic-level Zombie.
This action naturally earned him several angry glares from those around him.
However, Vikram in the warehouse seemed not to hear, continuing to lower his head and collect the medicines he passed.
On the shelves, familiar and unfamiliar medicines alike were all packed by Vikram into the burlap sacks he had prepared in advance.
Since it was impossible to transmit medicines back to the Shelter through transactions now, this primitive method of collection was more practical.
As for the Zombie behind him, he had noticed it long ago; he didn’t need anyone to remind him.
It was only at the instant the Zombie leaped over the medicine shelves and its claws were about to touch Vikram.
When the Guardian Druid jumped and hit it with his shield.
"Pfft!!"
The claw after colliding with the shield, the entire hand where the claw was located was instantly broken.
Thick Zombie blood splattered, and the wrist hung limply in mid-air.
As everyone watched this scene with wide, disbelieving eyes, Warrior Druid jumped from behind Guardian Druid, and swung his blade, and a sonic boom erupted as it cut through the air.
"Pfft!!!"
This Epic-level Zombie was left with only a headless corpse, its head slid from his body, and with a thud sound, it fell on the ground.
The blood flew towards the people, and they retreated in fear, desperate to avoid it.
They were terrified that the blood would get on them and infect them.
"Just now... that child, he really slashed an Epic-level Zombie’s head with one move?" One of them recovered, his words a little slurred, and he asked in disbelief.
"It... it seems so."
Everyone’s minds crashed for a moment. Hadn’t they heard that even ordinary Shelters needed to deploy all their members to deal with an Epic-level Zombie?
So, what was that one move?
"You guys, do you think what he said before about killing a Legendary-level might be true?"
At this moment, someone suddenly asked out of the blue.
"Impossible, this Zombie must have been injured already. Maybe it was left over from a battle the Brown Wood Shelter had before, that’s why he could kill it with one move."
Some people were unwilling to believe this fact. After all, they had been mocking him incessantly earlier, and now Vikram’s children suddenly pulled off such a terrifying feat. Wasn’t that a slap in their faces?
"Yes, it must be like that. He’s at most only a little stronger than us, and he just got lucky to run into an injured Epic-level Zombie."
With a large pile of medicines waiting for him to collect, Vikram was too lazy to care about their opinions.
It must be said, having a large Hospital area was good. Normally, a Hospital’s medicine storage would only store enough medicine for the Hospital’s use for 7 to 30 days.
If it were a smaller Hospital, the stock would only be enough for three or four medicine shelves.
However, this Hospital covered a large enough area, and the quantity of medicines naturally increased accordingly.
The large burlap sacks Vikram had prepared for this outing were already filled with seven or eight bags, and there was still no small amount of medicine left inside.
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Hospital underground pharmacy.
Vikram and the others, carrying sacks, continuously collected all the medicines within sight in the Hospital’s pharmacy.
Strangely, a group of people consistently hid behind the pharmacy door, watching the scene unfold.
Every Survivor’s eyes were filled with unconcealed greed.
"Hey, we’re already here. Are we taking these medicines or not?"
"I really can’t hold back anymore."
Not a single survivor present didn’t want to take these medicines, but the various events that had occurred earlier had already demonstrated Vikram’s strength.
No matter how stubborn they were, they still had to consider Vikram’s wishes if they wanted to take these supplies.
Hearing this question, a hint of malice flashed across one person’s face.
"You try it."
"There are so many medicines here; maybe that guy won’t be able to take them all. He might not care about one or two boxes, right?"
They were all strangers, and besides mocking Vikram together, they had no real relationship.
They wished someone would test Vikram’s reaction for them; after all, if something went wrong, they wouldn’t be the ones to die.
They had been standing there staring for a long time. If there hadn’t been so many medicines in the pharmacy, the warehouse would have been emptied by now.
The Survivor who had asked the question earlier was already unable to resist the temptation of the medicines. Hearing their words, he immediately steeled his heart and reached out for the medicines near the door.
Just as he was about to touch a bottle of oral solution on the medicine shelf, a lifeless voice sounded.
"I’m too lazy to fight with you for the junk outside, but I never said you could touch these medicines."
"Besides, didn’t you say you were just coming to the Hospital to pick up metal? What’s the meaning of following me now?"
Through the crack in the door, they couldn’t see Vikram’s figure, but that indifferent voice entering their ears sounded like the wailing of a demon.
The survivor who was about to grab the medicine immediately retracted his arm, cold sweat beading on his forehead, still shaken.
Seeing this person retract his hand, a sneer once again echoed in the pharmacy.
Anyone who heard that disdainful tone wouldn’t feel good.
Even more so for these Survivors who had been mocking Vikram not long ago; their faces all turned ashen.
The thin Survivor closest to the iron door had veins bulging on his face, as if he had suffered a great insult.
Under the puzzled gazes of the other Survivors behind him, he closed the iron door.
The thin Survivor’s eyes swept over all the Survivors, a fierce glint appearing in his eyes, and he slowly said:
"Brothers, though we don’t know each other, today we all came to this Hospital just to make a living."
"It’s not easy for any of us, constantly moving around just to survive."
"We finally found such a large resource point, and the resources here are ownerless. Why should that guy inside monopolize everything?"
Although they didn’t know what use these words were at the moment, as soon as they were spoken, they naturally garnered agreement from these people.
"Exactly! Even Brown Wood Shelter wouldn’t dare claim to monopolize the entire Hospital resource point. Why should that guy?"
"I think, since that guy isn’t leaving us anything good, how about we just trap him in here?"
"If we can’t have it, he won’t either!!!"
These Survivors, with their low physical attributes, were usually the targets of bullying. Now, having found a resource point where they had a chance to turn things around, only to have it occupied by Vikram alone, they all hated Vikram to the core.
Knowing they couldn’t defeat Vikram, many expressed their desire to trap Vikram in this warehouse.
However, the thin man leading the resistance shook his head, "Just trapping that guy in here is too easy on him, and that way we won’t get what we want."
"I say, a little later, let’s go in and negotiate with him. If he’s willing to give us the medicines, then it’s fine."
"If he’s not willing, how about we work together to kill him?"
Initially, upon hearing the suggestion to team up against Vikram, they were united. But upon hearing about rushing in to confront that monster head-on, everyone’s faces changed, and they shook their heads repeatedly.
"Confront him head-on? Impossible. Even if the Epic-level Zombie killed earlier was injured, still defeated it with one move. He didn’t need to do anything, the children beside him did everything. What do we have to fight him with?"
Unexpectedly, the thin Survivor, instead of falling silent, revealed a smile. Then, he slowly pulled out a dark object from his bag.
"Because I have this in my hand."
"A gun!!!"
"Why didn’t you take out this good thing earlier? You made us wait here for half a day."
The moment these Survivors saw the pistol, their eyes lit up.
One must know that the damage from a pistol was still very formidable in the Wasteland.
Although it couldn’t penetrate Epic-level flesh, if it hit a vital spot like an eyeball, one bullet could still kill.
"I only have four bullets in my pistol. I must use them sparingly. There are many people inside. If their strengths are similar, I can only fire one bullet."
"If a fight breaks out later, you must go first and prevent him from jumping around to dodge bullets."
"As long as I successfully hit the target, all the medicines in this warehouse will be ours."
The thin Survivor knew these people were tempted, and immediately pushed the door open.
"Brother, we want to discuss something with you, regarding the supplies in here, you..."
"Bang!"
The thin man originally wanted to talk to Vikram first, as he wasn’t entirely confident that a bullet could kill Vikram.
However, no one in the pharmacy answered. His only response was a cold bullet.
"Ah!!!"
"He’s killing people!!!"
The bullet passed through the back of the thin man’s head, splattering a mist of blood onto the faces of the Survivors behind him, immediately triggering a panicked scream.
But strangely, despite the surging screams, not one of them wanted to leave. They still stood at the door, merely using the iron door to partially conceal their bodies.
However, their gazes towards Vikram had all changed.
Initially, they thought Vikram was the kind of person who was easy to talk to. Now, with him resorting to violence without a word, they become afraid of him, yet they couldn’t bear to part with the medicines inside.
