I Want to Stay in Your Car

11:00 p.m., eleven hours after the apocalypse began.

Everywhere had fallen into panic. The zombies' howls grew clearer in the night. Countless zombies smashed through windows and flimsy doors, spilling onto the streets. Sniffing out the scent of humans, they bit anyone they saw!

The city had fallen. Streets were clogged. Communications had collapsed.

Helplessness, confusion, despair.

On the highway, Chu Han drove the G55 at the front, with a sedan close behind. The entire highway was pitch-black. The power system had long since failed, rendering the streetlights the country had spent so much money building completely useless.

Fortunately, they had left early. Aside from a few cars strewn haphazardly across the highway, there were not many zombies lingering there. The occasional ones that appeared were simply run down by Chu Han.

"Brother Chu." Fatty Chen, sitting beside him, suddenly spoke up, his voice trembling. "Do we have heating? Wind's been pouring in through that window in the back. I'm cold."

Though it was early July, the temperature had plummeted bizarrely after the apocalypse arrived. The weather really was cold now, though it had not reached winter levels.

Chu Han glanced at Chen Shaoye's long sleeves and layers of clothing, then at all that fat on him, and was completely speechless. He even wondered whether there might be two people in the world who looked exactly alike and shared the same name. Otherwise, with Chen Shaoye's frail physique, how had he become the twentieth-ranked powerhouse in the country in Chu Han's previous life?

After all, ten years into the apocalypse, experts had emerged in endless numbers. In his previous life, Chu Han's combat power had ranked beyond the millionth place. Even so, his physical abilities had already reached a terrifying level; he had not feared even third- and fourth-tier zombies.

As for Chen Shaoye, ranked twentieth, Chu Han truly could not imagine what kind of existence he had been. But the Chen Shaoye before him now was unbelievably weak!

Buzz, buzz, buzz.

After fiddling with the car audio a few times, all he got, as expected, was static. Still, that was good news. At least it proved the radio stations were being restored. Otherwise, there would not even be static.

Seeing that Chu Han ignored him, Fatty Chen did not dare say another word. He could only curl up in his seat and make himself as inconspicuous as possible.

"Chu Han, we haven't encountered any cars around here. How about we rest here for the night?" Zhang Ziyu's voice came through the walkie-talkie.

Fan Wei had provided the walkie-talkies. He was exceptionally quiet and had merely driven in silence the entire way.

Chu Han looked over the surrounding environment. It was completely dark, and he could not tell whether there was danger nearby. In truth, resting anywhere was much the same, because danger was everywhere at all times. Besides, they had been driving for several hours and really did need a break.

"Fine. Pull over."

The two cars shut off their engines at the same time and quietly stopped by the roadside. Turning off the engines saved fuel, and the sound of a car could attract zombies.

There was not a single sound or speck of light on the road. The endless darkness stirred an inexplicable fear in their hearts.

Gulp! Chen Shaoye swallowed hard and shrank into his seat so nervously that he did not even dare turn his head. Then, suddenly, a hand patted his shoulder.

"Ahhh!!!" Chen Shaoye let out a heart-rending scream.

"Fuck!" Chu Han was about to lose his mind. "What are you jumping at shadows for?!"

"N-No." Chen Shaoye went limp with fright, cold sweat covering his body. "Brother Chu, you scared me."

"What a coward!" Chu Han cursed. "Get out of the car."

"Huh? Get out? Why do I have to get out? Can't I stay in here?" Chen Shaoye asked anxiously.

The hand holding Chu Han's axe paused. He turned back with a strange expression. "Don't you need to take a shit or piss? You've been holding it in all this time, haven't you?"

This fatty had been eating nonstop ever since getting in the car. No matter how good his digestive system was, he should have needed to relieve himself by now.

Chen Shaoye answered timidly, "I-I can keep holding it."

Chu Han was completely speechless. This fatty was unbelievable!

"Brother Chu, I don't want to get out!" Chen Shaoye looked like he was about to cry. "I'm scared. It's too dark. What if there are zombies?"

Face darkening, Chu Han gripped his axe and walked around to the passenger side. He opened the door and dragged the fatty out in one motion. "Hurry up and take care of it. Later on, you might not even get the chance when you want to go."

In the apocalypse, danger was ever-present, and physical needs often could not be dealt with in time. The apocalypse had only just begun; being able to pull over and take a piss whenever they wanted was actually a rare opportunity.

Chen Shaoye had wanted to keep refusing to get out, but when he saw the axe in Chu Han's right hand glinting coldly beneath the moonlight, its darkened bloodstains constantly battering his psychological defenses, he suddenly stopped knowing anything at all. In a daze, he got out, ran to the roadside ahead, loosened his belt, and started peeing...

He suddenly felt that, compared to zombies, the man before him was even more terrifying.

Zhang Ziyu, Fan Wei, and Gu Xiaotong got out of the sedan behind them one after another. By then, Chu Han had already finished as quickly as possible and stood beside the G55 on guard, axe in hand.

Zhang Ziyu and Fan Wei headed toward Chen Shaoye. In this pitch-black night, it was better to stick together. At least, that was what everyone believed psychologically.

For some reason, Gu Xiaotong also took small steps over to Chu Han's side, casually exposing her fair, delicate collarbone.

Chu Han subtly tightened his grip on the axe. His gaze did not waver in the slightest as he spoke calmly. "What do you want?"

"I need to use the restroom. Come with me and stand guard for me." Gu Xiaotong spoke softly, but her expression made it seem perfectly natural.

In her view, although she had not said much about Chu Han's earlier rough behavior, he should apologize to her and fulfill whatever she asked of him. She secretly glanced at Chu Han and suddenly felt that he was better than Zhang Ziyu. At least he was not afraid of zombies.

The corner of Chu Han's mouth twitched stiffly. "The three of them are right there. You're still scared with three grown men around?"

"They're men!" Gu Xiaotong grew anxious. "I'm a woman. How can I... how can I use the restroom with them?"

The apocalypse had only broken out ten hours ago. Any normal woman would still be unable to let go of such inhibitions. But it would not be long before no one cared about that anymore. Even social mores would become extremely open almost overnight, and many women would become the prostitutes of survivor squads for no other reason than to have enough to eat.

"I'm a man too." Chu Han refused without making it obvious. He could not leave behind a car full of food, and besides, he trusted no one.

Gu Xiaotong choked on her words, then her face flushed red. In your dreams. She was not asking him to accompany her to the restroom; she wanted him to stand guard!

Chu Han paid no attention to what Gu Xiaotong was thinking. He frowned as he sensed the air in the darkness, suddenly feeling a little cold.

Taking a deep breath, Gu Xiaotong did not dare push too hard. She had seen that Chu Han had not loosened his grip on the axe for even a moment. He was no longer the country bumpkin she had once looked down on, but someone who could casually hack zombies to death and run over dozens of them without batting an eye.

She decided to press on. Even pretending she was hot, she tugged at her collar and exposed her fair, delicate collarbone. "Zhang Ziyu and I have already broken up. He's far too irresponsible. Can I stay in your car tonight to rest?"