radicalducati Chapter 24 Clothing
Chapter 24 Clothing
Xu Mo realized that he knew nothing about this world. He didn't know how the disaster started, how long it had lasted, what the world had become besides zombies and possible mutated creatures, or even whether order still existed in the country and continent he was in.
This complete ignorance of the background gave him an unprecedented sense of insignificance and loss of control. Xu Mo felt like a chess piece on a chessboard, unaware of how the game began or the rules, only able to move within a small area based on instinct.
"I want to know..." Xu Mo clenched his fist in the darkness.
The more you know, the better prepared you can be, and the better you can survive. If a more terrifying threat exists in this world, should you adjust your current cultivation path? If you must leave this place sooner or later, which direction should you go? Where might be relatively safe, or where might more clues about the truth of this world be found?
This exploration not only allowed Xu Mo to see the desolation of the town, but also planted a seed of "seeking knowledge" in his heart. Survival is not just about having enough to eat and wear, or being strong; it is also about having a clear understanding of the world around us.
That night, Xu Mo couldn't sleep. But this time, his insomnia wasn't due to fear, but rather a strong desire to actively unravel the mystery and take control of his own destiny.
Xu Mo realized that his next goal, besides becoming stronger and gathering supplies, might also include finding information and understanding the truth about this apocalypse. The source of this information might lie in the still-intact houses, town government buildings, bookstores, or even in the diaries or electronic devices left behind by some survivors.
Xu Mo drifted off to sleep, lost in a jumble of thoughts and speculations about the truth of the apocalypse. When he awoke, the sunlight streaming through the window was almost blinding, casting bright spots of light on the dusty floor. He instinctively checked the countdown in his mind—the numbers had already quietly reached zero, silently awaiting the next command.
After a brief moment of confusion, yesterday's memories quickly returned, especially the anticipation behind the security door marked "Warehouse," which instantly dispelled all sleepiness.
Should they open the door and search for supplies first, or eat first? Xu Mo didn't hesitate at all when faced with this question.
Explore the unknown over satisfy the known.
He stood up briskly, without even having time to wash up or eat. He simply grabbed his empty, large backpack and headed straight for the security door that held his new hopes.
"Open the door!"
The light shifted and the scenery changed. Xu Mo quickly turned around to look at the "entrance" behind him, then scanned the space inside the door, and understood.
The space is not large.
It looks to be only a few dozen square meters, more like a large storage room or a small wholesaler's warehouse.
Come to think of it, what kind of giant warehouse would use an ordinary household security door as its main entrance and exit? The physical form of the door does seem to limit the size and nature of the space on the other side to some extent.
"It seems that if we want to open up truly large-scale scenes in the future, we'll have to find a bigger and more professional door." Xu Mo kept this discovery in mind, as it was an important addition to his understanding of the rules.
Composing himself, Xu Mo began to carefully examine the "warehouse".
The interior was dimly lit, with only a few rays of sunlight filtering through a small, dusty window high up, forming a distinct beam of light in the air, within which countless dust particles danced slowly. The air was filled with the distinctive scent of textiles, mixed with a hint of mustiness and mothballs.
What came into view was a space almost entirely filled with goods. They were neatly stacked on metal shelves, layer upon layer, reaching all the way to the ceiling. And without exception, all the goods were bundles and boxes of clothing.
Most of them were in those thick, transparent plastic bags, compressed and sealed, with labels on them. Xu Mo picked up the nearest bag, wiped away the dust, and read the words on the label: "Men's Thick Windbreaker, XL Size, Dark Green." He then looked at the other packages; some contained fleece underwear, and others contained durable work pants.
A moment of disappointment is inevitable. What Xu Mo is looking forward to is food, tools, energy, or the weapons and ammunition he desires most.
But this disappointment quickly dissipated.
Xu Mo looked down at his clothes—a slightly worn T-shirt found in a closet in a residential house, and a pair of casual pants that were almost worn through at the knees. A real sense of need welled up inside him.
The sixty-second countdown has begun.
Xu Mo acted quickly, no longer hesitating. She focused on checking the exposed labels or tearing open small openings to confirm the size and type, and chose clothes that fit her.
After confirming what he needed, Xu Mo didn't take out just a few bags. Instead, he put the whole bag of clothes back in his room, so he wouldn't have to worry about clothes for a long time to come.
Moreover, this exploration once again verified Xu Mo's understanding of the rules of the "door".
"Next target: some more exciting signs."
Wearing new clothes, Xu Mo's gaze fell on the signs that read "Armor Room" and "Ammunition Depot," his eyes sparkling with anticipation.
After much deliberation, Xu Mo's gaze finally fell on the most eye-catching one in the stack of new signs—the gun room.
These three words seemed to carry an invisible magic, representing absolute power, security, and greater say in the apocalypse. Before his own strength reached the "superb level" and he could no longer physically withstand ordinary dangers, firearms were undoubtedly the equipment he urgently needed and could best enhance his immediate combat effectiveness.
However, impulse did not overwhelm reason. Xu Mo looked at the ordinary home security door in front of him, his brows furrowing slightly, a sense of unease creeping into his heart.
"If I put 'Armor Room' on this door," Xu Mo pondered to himself, "what kind of armory would be connected to behind it?"
The most likely possibilities are one of the following: an armory of a civilian shooting club, an equipment room of a small police station or police station, or a gun cabinet of a private collector.
While these places may indeed contain guns, the space is likely limited, and the variety and quantity of firearms stored are probably quite restricted. Furthermore, gun control in such locations is typically strict, with weapons likely locked securely in sturdy cabinets or safes. In sixty seconds, he might not even have enough time to break through those professional locks, ultimately only able to look at the cabinet with regret, wasting a precious opportunity.
"No, we can't stick it on this little door." Xu Mo decisively rejected the idea.
This home security door seems inherently incompatible with concepts like "large" and "abundant." It's more suitable for connecting residences, small shops, offices, or small warehouses like the one mentioned earlier. To open a truly impressive "arsenal" level scene, potentially storing even more weapons and ammunition supplies, a "door" more befitting its grandeur would probably be needed.
"We need to find a bigger door, a sturdier door, the kind that looks like the entrance to an important place." Xu Mo had a new plan in mind.