Wei Xuan and his boyfriend were walking ahead with large double-shoulder backpacks. Behind them, there was a string of zombie henchmen carrying various items on their backs and in their arms.
Wei Xuan’s loot this time was as abundant as ever. First, he wandered around a game store, picking up several spare game consoles and either stuffing them into his backpack or carrying them.
Then, he almost collected all the different models of controllers he could find, taking about half of them and leaving the rest in a clean and sturdy room, prepared to pick them up later. After all, these items were different from other types of supplies, and it was unlikely that anyone would come specifically looking for them. Wei Xuan wasn’t worried about them being taken here.
Next, they visited a large furniture store, gathering some of the better-quality wooden products, some of which they either carried or dragged away.
Once they had gathered everything and couldn’t carry anything else, Wei Xuan’s return journey was not as leisurely. In the evening, he set out with his zombie henchmen, utilizing their excellent night vision. After the sky had completely darkened, they made their way back to their residential area.
Because they had detoured to the furniture store, the return trip was slightly longer, and they arrived in the residential area at dawn.
The zombie henchmen who had stayed behind in the residential area enthusiastically gathered around, and Wei Xuan saw the eight zombies he had brought back with him. He knew that his zombie henchmen had behaved well and hadn’t driven them away. He asked the group of little henchmen, “Has everything been okay these past few days?”
“No problems, no problems, no problems…”
“Did anyone else or any other zombies come here?”
“No one, no one, no one…” Even if there were, they would work together to drive away any outsiders. Didn’t a few extra ones mysteriously appear last time? If there were zombies that came while Wei Xuan was away and they softened up and took them in upon his return, what would they do? They had to be driven out!
Wei Xuan was completely unaware of the dark thoughts these guys had developed after gaining intelligence. He just smiled and praised them for doing a good job. Then, he directed the henchmen to put the various miscellaneous items they had brought into the appropriate floors and rooms.
After dealing with these items, he immediately returned to his room with Du Hang, holding a few controllers. While brewing snow water at regular intervals, he replaced the broken controller and started playing games. After all, he now had a zombie physique! He had no pressure from staying up all night last night, so playing games all day today and sleeping late at night wouldn’t be a problem.
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In a room within the city, a person sat quietly, gazing blankly at the snowflakes drifting outside the window. Over three years had passed since the apocalypse began, and he had spent all this time alone in this room. Initially, he didn’t even dare to leave the room because the hallway was infested with zombies, and their keen sense of smell led them to block the door. They incessantly knocked and banged on the door from outside.
Fortunately, in the early days of the apocalypse, there were occasional residents from the same building who couldn’t resist fleeing their rooms. The scent of those people lured some of the zombies away, providing him with a lifeline after he had consumed all the food in his room and was forced to venture outside.
His luck was quite good, as there was a neighboring household in the same building that had somehow amassed a large quantity of rice and flour.
After moving some of the food back to his room, he never ventured outside again, completely cut off from the outside world. Occasionally, there would be passing vehicles and living people on the streets.
During those times, nearby zombies would become agitated, waving their arms eagerly and rushing towards the commotion. After experiencing this several times, he gave up all hope – initially, he secretly hoped that if the zombies were drawn away by those people, he could use his own strength to escape from this place after a few more such incidents.
However, the zombies seemed to have a deep attachment to this area. No matter how many people passed by, how far they ran, or how long they were gone, the zombies would inevitably return, gathering under his window, gnashing their teeth, and waving their arms in excitement.
He was very timid, from initially being too afraid to leave due to the large number of zombies outside to his current numbness. Except for that one daring food-gathering expedition, he hadn’t dared to leave again.
He didn’t know how much time had passed or what the outside world had become. As long as there were so many zombies wandering below his window, he knew he was powerless to escape.
So, the food slowly ran out, and he began his journey of waiting for death. But as the days went by, and the weather once again entered late autumn, he had already been waiting for some time, and strangely, he didn’t feel hungry?
Until this day, when snowflakes began to fall outside. The previous time it had snowed, he didn’t remember what he had done, but when he came to his senses, the heavy snow outside had already stopped, and he was standing in front of the window. The curtain that had never been opened since the apocalypse had been pulled open, and the window was wide open.
It was only at that moment that he realized, to his astonishment, that the zombies that had originally crowded beneath his window were no longer there. They were swaying aimlessly throughout the neighborhood.
Now, it was snowing once again. This time, he didn’t fall into a daze. The absolute silence that accompanied the falling snow, the zombies being covered in snow and “sleeping” one after another – it was almost enough to drive a person insane.
Suddenly, he stood up, and his eyes seemed to redden as if they were filled with blood. He stared fixedly at the grayish sky outside, the pure white landscape – “I can’t take it anymore!!”
He didn’t know how long he had been here? When was the last time he had ventured outside? To be honest, he was amazed at how he had managed to survive until now. But now, the absolute silence was something he could no longer endure.
He turned and ran to the front door, pushed aside the TV cabinet blocking it, and opened the door wide, running out of the apartment building as if possessed. If he had known that the post-apocalyptic life of hiding at home would be like this, he would have preferred to leave here at the very beginning! Even if he were bitten to death by zombies!
Living a life of avoiding the entire world is really not something everyone can endure, even if there was anything alive in his home to keep him company, even if it wasn’t a person but an animal? Or even a plant! But he had nothing.
This kind of loneliness was enough to drive a person completely insane.
His footsteps on the snowy ground made a shushing sound, and almost every step left an imprint about half an inch deep. The snow had been falling for a while now, and just like in the first two years of the post-apocalyptic world, it quickly accumulated on the ground. Human-shaped objects, whether standing or lying down, were covered in snow.
The man who had rushed out of the room, with a wild and unkempt beard, stumbled into several zombies standing in the snowy field. He was tripped by a zombie that was lying on the ground, seemingly preparing to “hibernate,” and fell to the ground.
This fall scattered all the courage he had gathered. He lay on the ground for a long time, unwilling to lift his head, fearing that as soon as he got up, he would face the horrifying attack and biting of the zombies. That image appeared in his dreams almost every day, and it was the scene he had witnessed with his own eyes on the first day of the apocalypse. After that, he had been hiding at home and didn’t even have the courage to look outside when he heard people screaming.
As time passed, the entire world remained eerily quiet, so quiet that the man found it somewhat eerie. When he finally mustered the courage to raise his head, he was stunned to find that neither the zombies wandering in the distance nor the one he had stumbled over had shown the slightest interest in him.
“What… what’s going on?”
He sat in bewilderment on the ground, staring at the zombies covered in snow, and suddenly, a surge of courage welled up from deep within him. They ignored him? Did that mean he could escape from this terrifying city?!
He knew, he knew! After the military evacuated, they should have established a new base outside the city to fend off the zombies!
The post-apocalyptic life had long driven the man to lose his rationality. He had to escape from here while the zombies had not reacted, flee to a safe place, and never come back…
In a small-scale base, the door of a certain room was being pounded on with a resounding “clang.”
A middle-aged woman with a grim expression was vigorously hammering on the door, but there was no sign of the person inside intending to get up and open it. Frustrated, she crossed her arms and shouted, “Get your lazy ass up!”
“Stop pretending! With this heavy snow outside, if you don’t collect it now, we’ll have to spend money buying water later. If you dare to laze around, I’ll kick you out of the base tomorrow, and you can fend for yourself outside! Get out here!”
The narrow room could only accommodate a single bed, and a row of hooks on the wall held a few worn-out clothes. Across from the small door, there was a tiny cabinet with a stainless steel water cup and a stainless steel meal tray on top.
At this moment, someone on the small single bed was tightly wrapped in a blanket, shivering all over, with an expression of fear. He didn’t even know from which day he had suddenly noticed a new scent coming from the people around him.
This scent wasn’t the traditional smell of sweat or body odor, and it certainly wasn’t the mythical scent of body fragrance. Instead, it was a smell that aroused his appetite intensely. It was as if someone had placed a plate of deliciously braised pork in front of a person who had been hungry for days, causing his stomach to tie itself into knots. He couldn’t help but want to take a bite out of everyone around him!
What was even scarier was that this feeling was intensifying, growing more severe day by day. In the past two days, he had almost lost control of the instinct that was bubbling up from deep within him. That’s why he had thrown himself into his room, too afraid to leave.
Had he… turned into a zombie?! How else could he explain this sensation?
Yes, that’s right, he must have turned into a zombie! Think about it, recently, quite a few people had suddenly turned into zombies without any warning. He was just lucky enough to still retain his memories from before…
Zombies popping up everywhere…. Thanks for the update 🤣❤️🤣❤️🤣
Thanks for the chapter! The world is adapting slowly.
Cliffhangers will be the death of me!!!! (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)
I would have joined on the zombies fun a long time ago. I can’t imagine staying alone with nothing for three years 😱