Within the residential area, the expressionless zombies wandered aimlessly, seemingly patrolling every corner of the neighborhood. However, they were not much different from the zombies wandering the streets outside.
In this eerily quiet residential area, large transparent plastic sheets were spread across the rooftops of many floors, and various sizes of water containers were stuffed into the nooks and crannies of buildings.
Not only in this neighborhood but similar arrangements could also be found on nearby streets and buildings, indicating intentional placement by someone.
Inside a three-story building in the neighborhood, in a room on the third floor, after diligently instructing his subordinates to lay down the plastic sheets and prepare water containers to collect strange snow, Wei Xuan returned to his bedroom. He turned on the TV and game console, holding the controller in his hand, and began his gaming spree.
While he had several games to play before, most of them were gal games he found in the house of a pure otaku he discovered while picking locks. That person seemed to be a die-hard fan of cute anime girls. So, although Wei Xuan had many games to choose from, the majority were those romantic visual novels where you date girls.
In a situation where he had limited options, Wei Xuan could still play those games. However, there were certain complications—he was gay!
Fortunately, besides those games filled with straight male otaku vibes, there were also some casual games that allowed him to pass the time. And with Du Hang by his side, he could always find solace and reaffirm his true gay self. That’s why he insisted on bringing his subordinates along to search for different types of games when he discovered a place that might have them.
Now, having found a pile of new game genres, Wei Xuan completely let himself loose and immersed in the world of unrestricted gaming. These days, he was completely engulfed in the joy of playing various action-packed games.
Enjoying the fun of gaming, he occasionally turned his head to look at Du Hang, who was diligently assembling Lego on the large table. If he got tired of playing video games, they could bring out multiplayer games like the Nine Rings Puzzle or Rubik’s Cube for intellectual challenges.
Unfortunately, after trying several times, Wei Xuan realized that Du Hang couldn’t handle games with high difficulty levels. Otherwise, they could have played board games together.
Speaking of which, Wei Xuan had a passing thought, maybe if the other zombies in the neighborhood gained intelligence, they could try playing games like Landlord or Mahjong…
Well, that was wishful thinking. Even if he was enjoying a carefree and comfortable life in the apocalypse, Wei Xuan knew it was just a pipe dream. If he could ensure that his memories and sanity remained intact after the zombie transformation, he would definitely spend his days playing games with Du Hang, cherishing this slow-paced journey through life… no, perhaps he should call it a slow-paced journey through the world of zombies.
Maybe it was because of the busy work and fast-paced life before the apocalypse that he hadn’t enjoyed gaming with such freedom and leisure since high school. So now, in the midst of the apocalypse, with enough electrical power to support their activities, he indulged in these casual games during his free time.
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When Wei Xuan felt his eyes becoming sore and tired and received a message from Du Hang saying, “I’m done, I’m done,” he quickly turned to look at him.
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After all, yesterday, Du Hang had spread those small plastic pieces all over the table, and now he had managed to transform them into this long object that nearly reached the ceiling… Well, it was definitely different from his previous creations.
Who said Du Hang couldn’t build anything great? He was good at building with building blocks before, wasn’t he? Yeah, he would definitely get better at this with time!
Wei Xuan consoled himself and rewarded Du Hang with another kiss as a token of appreciation for successfully completing the Lego set. Then he got up and went to the bathroom to freshen up.
The situation was different for Du Hang compared to Wei Xuan. He was a zombie, so he didn’t have to worry about sweating, eating, using the bathroom, and other human concerns. Therefore, he didn’t need to clean up and maintain personal hygiene like regular humans do.
Of course, washing hands and face are still necessary, but other aspects of personal hygiene only needed to be taken care of every few days.
So, as usual, Wei Xuan helped Du Hang clean his hands and face and then proceeded to attend to his personal hygiene. Typically, at this time, Du Hang would stand at the bathroom door, watching him and waiting for him to finish washing up before accompanying him back to the bedroom to rest and sleep.
However, today, while Wei Xuan was halfway through washing his face, he suddenly “heard” Du Hang’s brainwaves switch from “sleep” to “hungry.”
“Hungry?” Wei Xuan, who was washing his face, paused for a moment, reaching for the towel placed nearby.
Du Hang was different from the other zombies outside. Since Wei Xuan would feed him during his own mealtime, Du Hang rarely expressed hunger on his own. Only when he took out the strange snow by himself and truly needed a refill would he emit the signal of hunger, which would then switch to “kiss” or something else after Wei Xuan finished feeding him.
Now, could it be that he had consumed more energy than usual today?
Thinking about how Du Hang had spent the whole day assembling toys, Wei Xuan speculated that his brain had been overworked, causing him to have a slightly bigger appetite than usual.
Just as Wei Xuan had this thought in his mind, he suddenly felt that Du Hang’s brainwaves seemed to be getting further away from him.
It felt as if he were chatting with someone while the other person was walking in a different direction, prompting Wei Xuan to hastily wipe his face and step out of the bathroom door.
By this time, Du Hang had already walked to the window in the living room instead of going to the usual place where the strange snow was kept. When Wei Xuan looked in the direction of Du Hang’s gaze, he realized why he had emitted the signal of hunger, it was snowing, strange snow.
These were the days when strange snow could possibly fall, and Wei Xuan had prepared for it days ago. Every morning, he would check the plastic sheets spread on the rooftops, which could be blown away by the wind.
And now, as he had anticipated, the strange snow was indeed falling on this day.
“It has been a year…” Yes, a whole year.
It had been a full year since the day the apocalypse arrived, a year since he was reborn. Moreover, it had been a whole year since he reunited with Du Hang.
Walking slowly towards Du Hang, Wei Xuan smiled as he watched him looking up at the sky with his mouth slightly open.
Du Hang’s current appearance was just like those zombies downstairs, appearing somewhat foolish. But in Wei Xuan’s eyes, this appearance was especially adorable.
Although it was strange to describe a masculine male zombie as “adorable,” Wei Xuan couldn’t help it. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
So he held Du Hang’s hand and led him towards the bedroom door, down to the ground floor, letting go of their original fatigue and joining him in welcoming the strange snow.
Standing in the icy snow, all the zombies looked up at the sky, quietly waiting for the ice and snow to fall into their mouths as if savoring the heavenly delicacy bestowed upon them.
In the midst of a ruined city, there was an eerie silence.
Scorched marks were visible everywhere, and almost all the once-standing buildings had completely lost their original appearance.
This place was recently a bustling city, although the center of the “buzz” was not humans but those walking corpses. However, compared to the previous horde of people, it now appeared unusually quiet and desolate.
The falling of the strange snow had caused the satellites that had been closely monitoring this place, which had been recently struck by a nuclear bomb, to encounter inexplicable obstacles, rendering them unable to capture images of the area.
Although even if they could capture images, there would be hardly anything worth studying for the survivors. However, this still weighed heavily on the hearts of many who were monitoring this place.
They had been observing here, fearing that any special circumstances might cause the situation to spiral out of control again.
After all, many people had suggested that nuclear contamination could potentially trigger a secondary mutation in the zombies. But why were they unable to completely solve this problem despite trying every possible method?
At this moment, they were merely using this method to conduct an experiment. fortunately, this place was far away from the continent where they lived, so even if something went wrong, it wouldn’t affect them, right?
Although people were worried about the situation here, fortunately, every time the global strange snow fell, all satellites and artificial communication devices would malfunction. This gave them some confidence amidst their uneasiness, this snowstorm couldn’t be too severe. At the earliest, they would receive new satellite photos tomorrow, and they believed that nothing unexpected would happen in just a short day, right?
Under layers of ice and snow, buried beneath piles of bricks and debris, severed body parts were visible everywhere.
In the central area, most of the corpses had long since turned to dust.
In the remote outskirts, the zombies whose limbs were severely damaged and had lost their ability to move, even if they had only half of their heads left, as long as their mouths could still move, or even if they could stick out their tongues slightly, at the onset of this strange snowfall, they would open their mouths eagerly, waiting for the blessings to descend from the sky.
Even if their faces were directed towards the ground, even if they were buried deep by their kind or buildings, as long as the snow melted into the water after this storm and flowed into every crack, they would be able to taste this rain and dew that contained power…
I really like this story, just remarking on the different genres whiplash between each POV. It’s part of the story’s charm!! XD XD XD
THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR BEING AWESOME!!!
A tiny piece of me misses the crazy duo …or is it quartet? Do their zombies count?
Maybe one day they will…
Hah
Military: it is just strange snow what could go wrong?
Me: well you’re f***ed(Not like this snow is what caused the end of the world or anything)
Snow, snow, silently falling…
The best reading before watching Oppenheimer
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