Lu Wuqi gripped the steering wheel of the heavily modified RV as it rumbled down a charred, unfamiliar street. The once-bustling avenue had been reduced to smoldering ruins—a burned-out shell of life that left little but ash and twisted metal. Lu Wuqi's eyes narrowed in concentration as the vehicle's advanced scanning system panned over the debris-strewn sidewalks, searching for any sign of useful supplies amid the devastation.
After ten tense minutes of cautious driving, the RV came to a stop in front of a battered hardware store. The store's faded sign creaked in the wind, and broken windows revealed shelves that might once have held tools essential for survival in the apocalypse. Lu Wuqi parked on the edge of the street and stepped out with Yun Qingyue.
These tools would definitely prove to be useful in the apocalypse. Inside the dim store, Lu Wuqi and Yun Qinguye, methodically gathered what they could—axes, saws, shovels, and other hardware that could prove invaluable.
