"Sister Emily?"
Shawn raised his head in a daze, looking at the figure that had pounced on him.
She had an uneven face, a brittle body, and a body scent that was etched into his DNA…
Sister Emily's graceful face overlapped with the Walker's, and Shawn shook his head, instantly clearing his mind!
"Ow, get lost, you bastard!"
"I sell pork, do you really want to tear a piece of meat off me?"
Shawn kicked out, sending the Walker that was on him flying.
Shawn quickly lowered his head to check.
He found two small holes bitten into both sides of his chest.
If Shawn had woken up a few seconds later, he probably would have had two sizable chunks of meat bitten off.
"You gnawed away the durability of my Athlete's Light Armor, and I took you for 'Sister Emily', but you really wanted to 'eat' me."
Shawn endured the pain coming from his back and trapezius, and stepped forward to stomp its head into pieces.
Looking at the Walker's corpse, Shawn thought, no wonder he couldn't push it off earlier.
Turns out it was a Walker lying on him.
The thought of him flirting with a Walker just now made Shawn shiver.
"Eww~~"
"My heavens, this would be extremely shocking even in a post-apocalyptic movie."
The thought of that scene made Shawn feel a bit uncomfortable.
"Why do I always do embarrassing things when I'm alone?"
"If Daryl and the others knew about this, they'd probably remember it until they're old."
Shaking his head, Shawn threw everything that had just happened out of his memory.
Coming back to his senses, Shawn finally noticed the status prompt that had popped up in the bottom left corner of his vision.
"Status: Infected (Countdown) — 01:34"
Looking at this status, Shawn's heart instantly skipped a beat.
The two Antibiotics he had held in his hand not long ago, he didn't know if he had unconsciously shoved them directly into the Walker's mouth.
Shawn quickly took out two more from his backpack and put them into his mouth.
The icon in the bottom left corner was finally replaced by the 'Healed' status.
"Phew—"
Shawn breathed a sigh of relief, then had time to survey his surroundings.
In a space less than 70 square meters, to the right of the entrance were piled some Walker corpses.
Evidently, these were the Walkers Shawn had taken care of with his full-power swing earlier.
The 'Walking Corpse Centipede' that had been relentlessly pursuing him had already turned into a puddle of mush.
Only that one Walker from earlier was still barely clinging to life.
After Shawn woke up, it was also immediately dealt with.
There were no longer continuous thumping sounds coming from the metal door, but through the door, the low growls of a large number of Walkers could still be heard.
They wandered aimlessly outside the Power Generation Room.
And beside Shawn were twelve 'industrial-grade diesel generators' painted in dark green.
Reference: Industrial-grade Generator
Looking at these diesel generators standing quietly there, a smile finally appeared on Shawn's face.
"Diesel-powered, high power, durable, suitable for long-term operation."
"Suitable for large buildings like the Prison, and even more suitable for the special environment of the apocalypse."
"These generators are the biggest gain from this trip."
"With electricity, many things will be much easier from now on."
Shawn raised his hand and touched a generator, saying sincerely.
Speaking of this, Shawn thought of Shawn again.
"How long was I unconscious?"
"It shouldn't have been too long, otherwise I would have been gnawed to bones by Walkers already."
"Given Shawn's personality, he definitely wouldn't sit idly by; he's probably already gone out…"
Shawn thought for a moment and decided to make the best of the situation.
Anyway, it was unrealistic for Shawn to kill hundreds of Walkers and fight his way out right now.
But fortunately, Walkers were mindless.
So after a period of losing their attack target, they would also curb their aggressiveness.
However, listening to their low growls, Shawn estimated that the group of Walkers from earlier were all blocking the outside.
Going out now would be no different than actively seeking death.
"Let's wait a bit longer."
Shawn opened the generator's fuel cap and put his nose to it for a sniff.
A familiar faint pungent smell, there was still diesel in the generator, almost full.
"Generators in the Prison are for emergency use, so they should regularly check the diesel reserves."
"So not only in the generators, but there should also be diesel in other places."
"For a short time, there shouldn't be a need to worry about energy."
"However, continuously using diesel is not a solution; I need to see if I can find some convenient power generation methods later, such as solar panels or something."
"Even if it's impossible for one type of energy to independently support the operation of the entire Prison, mixed use can extend the usage time and lifespan."
As he spoke, Shawn found the main control panel for the twelve generators.
The panel box was nailed to the wall, and when opened, it only had a few simple buttons, with some English labels below the buttons.
After a quick look, Shawn tried pressing the green button.
Hiss----
First, there was a long hissing sound of air escaping.
Immediately after, the large fans behind the twelve generators began to rotate.
The entire generators themselves began to tremble slightly, emitting a continuous rumbling sound!
"The sound of the generators isn't too loud; the entire Power Generation Room was already soundproofed."
"It shouldn't be audible outside the Prison, but inside the Prison, that's not certain…"
As he spoke, Shawn glanced towards the door.
Indeed.
The door had already begun to bulge repeatedly; the Walkers outside, hearing even a slight sound, began to frantically ram the door.
Frightened, Shawn quickly pressed the red button, turning off the generators.
The incandescent lights that had just come on in the Power Generation Room instantly extinguished, and darkness returned to the surroundings.
"The Walker horde is still outside, so it looks like I'll be spending the night here."
Shawn took two pieces of clothing out of his system backpack and spread them on the ground.
Only then did he carefully tend to his wounds.
He sat cross-legged, grimacing as he took off his shirt and light armor.
The short period of unconsciousness had caused some flesh to stick to his outer clothing.
When his shirt was removed, a gap appeared on Shawn's right trapezius, left from his battle with the 'Walking Corpse Centipede'.
And Shawn's entire back had a large area of purplish bruising where the epidermis had peeled off.
In terms of strength, Shawn was hard to match.
But in terms of physical constitution, Shawn still needed to work hard.
If he hadn't dismembered two sections of the 'Walking Corpse Centipede' earlier, that tail whip probably would have broken several of Shawn's bones.
A large 'pot-bellied bottle' appeared in Shawn's hand, filled with some rounded white granules.
The granules occupied about one-tenth of the bottle, all part of the supplies left over after sharing with the Camp earlier.
On the outer packaging of the 'pot-bellied bottle', the words 'Painkillers', 'Bulk Pack', and '1000+' were written.
Shawn poured a small handful into his palm and swallowed them little by little with water.
"Painkillers (Medical Supplies): Health (Instant) +40, Hydration (Continuous) -40"
"Additional Effects: Cures concussion, reduces dizziness, recovers from heavy blows, reduces pain."
"Duration: 3 minutes (stackable)"
"Description: Still using whiskey for pain relief? That's so out. Remember this — when the whole world is screaming, only we are smiling."
"Note: Painkillers are the only (key point) medical item that can instantly restore health."
Reference: Painkillers
Instant health restoration, removal of related negative statuses, the effects of Painkillers were undeniably powerful.
After taking over a dozen painkillers, Shawn immediately felt a bit better.
The constant pain assailing his body largely disappeared, and his health bar was refilled.
"I just got thirsty faster."
Shawn somewhat regretted taking over a dozen painkillers at once.
He took out 1/3 of a stack of drinking water from his backpack and only felt the side effect of thirst alleviate after discarding a pile of plastic bottles.
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