Presidential Suite

Inside a luxuriously decorated living room, An Yang's figure appeared out of thin air, and the moment he landed, he agilely jumped to the wall. A black handgun equipped with a silencer materialized in his hand, and he wore a vigilant look on his face.

Click.

The gun's safety was already off. He scanned the living room once before finally exhaling in relief, lowering the handgun, and beginning to inspect the empty room.

The system's coordinate positioning had a certain strategy, generally not dropping him directly into dangerous places nor into populated areas, and even if people were around, it would use methods to ensure everyone failed to notice his sudden appearance.

Just like now.

The light was slightly dim.

What met his eye was a wide leather sofa that could easily double as a bed, along with an ultra-thin LCD television, coffee table, air conditioner, and computer, all fully equipped. Next to them was a huge floor-to-ceiling window covered by curtains; one could imagine that if he lay on the sofa on a summer night, he would definitely be able to see the full sky of stars just by turning his head.

Gilded door handles, crystal chandeliers, marble floors, silk curtains...

Luxurious!

This was An Yang's first impression.

He walked around the living room, inspected the kitchen and the bathroom, and noticed two bedrooms nearby, but he did not go to open them because he discovered this was not a residential home, but rather a luxury hotel suite that even included a sauna, a massage bathtub, a six-person dining table, an independent leisure area, and a private fitness area equipped with a treadmill.

"Tsk tsk, how nice, they even booked a presidential suite for me."

As An Yang said this, he put the handgun back into his Portable Space, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and pulled open the curtains. Light instantly flooded the entire room, but the gaze he cast downward suddenly constricted.

It really was the Apocalypse World!

The hotel suite was on a high floor, and the street below was already jammed with cars parked at all angles, looking like the scene of the biggest traffic accident in history. Many luxury cars had become scrap metal, and some were even venting wisps of blue smoke.

Looking closely, countless human figures roamed the streets, listless, their movements sluggish and rigid. They were presumably the legendary zombies, but standing in such a high place and looking down, he didn't need to worry about the zombies spotting him.

"Hmm?"

An Yang frowned. Judging from this scene, the Great Calamity seemed to have happened not long ago, so he simply pulled the chair over from the desk and sat directly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window to look down.

Generally speaking, this was a world parallel to Earth. Languages and scripts were universal, and many aspects including history and culture overlapped. Perhaps the biggest difference now was that this world had erupted into an apocalyptic crisis that had almost destroyed humanity!

The zombies on the street were lazy, as if devoid of any strength, but soon An Yang witnessed their ferocity and explosive power.

A few human figures quickly crossed the street using cars as cover, their target seeming to be the supermarket next to the hotel, but they were spotted by the zombies on the street just as they had taken a few steps.

"Roar!"

Hearing only an angry roar, a zombie that had been stumbling along suddenly moved like it had been injected with adrenaline, rushing toward these human figures at a hundred-meter sprint speed and pouncing on them in an instant.

At the same time, the zombies on the street turned their heads one after another, surging toward the few people like a tidal wave.

Seeing this scene, An Yang put back down the Sniper Rifle he had just picked up. It seemed the Great Calamity really had happened not long ago, as could be seen from these completely inexperienced individuals.

"Ah..."

"Roar!"

A shrill, miserable scream pierced the sky, followed by the excited roars of the zombies. An Yang hurriedly raised the Sniper Rifle, using the scope to narrow the distance.

He watched as a middle-aged male zombie in a suit pounced on a tattooed, punk-dressed young man. Its dual claws were sharp and curved like iron hooks, its eyes were blood-red, and sharp teeth in its mouth bit down viciously, effortlessly tearing off a large chunk of flesh as blood splattered across the ground.

Immediately following that, several zombies swarmed forward, surrounding the young man layer upon layer, pouncing like madmen to tear at his flesh and blood. The screams stopped abruptly, leaving only the excited roars of the zombies.

Meanwhile, more zombies were chasing the remaining humans, and the commotion they stirred up grew larger and larger. Soon, the horde of zombies in front blocked the street, and a few survivors fled into a restaurant, quickly closing the glass door and blocking it with dining tables.

The zombies at this distance were growing increasingly numerous, and there was no shortage of starved zombies frantically slamming against the restaurant's glass door, quickly cracking it.

Through the scope, he could see the despairing and panicked expressions on the faces of the survivors inside the restaurant who were desperately blocking the glass door.

There was no way out!

An Yang already knew their fate.

Narrowing the distance allowed him to see more clearly. This short stretch of street was simply a living hell; the road surface was covered with dark red bloodstains, human remains, and even intestines that had already rotted.

Sounds of beating against car window glass echoed from inside vehicles from time to time—those were zombies that unfortunately failed to block the virus yet became trapped inside the cars. There were also cars whose front windshields had been savagely smashed, their hoods covered entirely in dark red bloodstains as flies danced incessantly above them.

He could guess without even asking that these must have been survivors blocked on the street, only to be discovered by zombies and dragged out. The ending was imaginable—they were definitely torn apart and eaten.

Not long after, a shrill scream came from below.

"Ah...!"

An Yang shifted the scope over and saw that the young man from earlier was already gone. In his original place remained only a pile of scarlet bones stained with meat threads, while a zombie clutched a pile of entrails, continuously gnawing on them, its rotting face already stained with blood plasma.

"I..."

An Yang almost threw up, yet he didn't rush to move the lens away; he had to get used to it, otherwise it would be hard to cope the next time he encountered such a scene.

As for the restaurant direction, the glass door had already been shattered, and the narrow restaurant was crowded with zombies pouring in. The figures of those survivors could no longer be seen, and only dull roars and desperate screams could be heard.

They were essentially using their own lives to teach An Yang a lesson.

These zombies definitely possessed acute senses in either smell or hearing, otherwise they wouldn't have so easily discovered the survivors hiding behind vehicles. Moreover, while they normally moved slowly, once they exploded into action, they were also terrifying.

Most importantly, these zombies were not ordinary zombies from Resident Evil movies that could only win through sheer numbers; they had completely broken away from humanity, possessing sharp, iron-hook-like curved claws and jagged, sharp teeth that could easily tear human skin and flesh, with combat prowess exceeding that of an adult male wielding a knife.

"Five thousand zombies. Not easy to deal with!"

An Yang thought for a moment, then suddenly pushed open the floor-to-ceiling window. A wave of hot wind immediately blew in, and whether it was psychological or not, he always felt the wind was filled with a fishy stench.

Click!

He pulled the bolt of the Sniper Rifle, set the crosshairs over a zombie's abdomen, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Whoosh!

The zombie on the street had its abdomen instantly punched through by the shot. The cavity effect triggered by the powerful kinetic energy was extremely terrifying. The zombie immediately collapsed onto the ground, a giant hole appearing in its stomach, yet no blood flowed out. In fact, this zombie even struggled to stand up, looking around and roaring.

"Roar!"

An Yang waited for a full half-hour, until this zombie wobbled away from that section of the street, before he finally confirmed that this fatal shot really hadn't killed it!

Subsequently, he aimed at another zombie's head and blew it away with a single shot. The headless zombie immediately collapsed onto the ground and stopped moving.

"Sigh, just like in novels and movies, you have to hit the head to kill them!"

"Only, I wonder if these things have crystals or something inside their heads?"

An Yang retracted the Sniper Rifle, loaded two bullets into the magazine, and then tossed it into the Portable Space.

His cell phone vibrated, and a row of numbers appeared on the screen—

1/5000

"A long way to go!"

An Yang took a deep breath, adjusted his state, drew the Cold Steel Battle Knife, and began to inspect the presidential suite, which featured two bedrooms, a living room, a dining room, and a kitchen.

There was a refrigerator next to the dining room, but the power here had already been cut off. The moment the refrigerator was opened, a pool of water flowed out. Inside, however, were a few bags of vacuum-packed food and several bottles of water, all of which he took out.

In addition, there were quite a few extra-fee snacks in this suite, such as cigarettes, alcohol, bread, ham sausages, and instant noodles. As long as it was edible, he took it all and piled it on the sofa.

Soon, he turned his gaze toward the two bedrooms, gripped the battle knife tightly, and walked over.

Clack!

The door to one bedroom opened. There was no movement inside, but the quilt was messy, clearly indicating someone had slept here, though it was unknown whether that person had fled or gone somewhere else.

An Yang breathed a sigh of relief and swept away all the food on the food rack in this bedroom.

"I knew it, why would they book a presidential suite for me? It turns out it was booked by someone else!"

The moment his hand touched the door handle of the second room, he felt something was wrong.

There seemed to be a faint low roar inside, but the soundproofing was so strong that by the time the noise emerged from this almost sealed bedroom, it was extremely weak.

An Yang gripped the Cold Steel Battle Knife with one hand, gently turned the door handle with the other, kicked it open abruptly, and took two steps back at the same time.

They say skill breeds boldness... well, his skill wasn't that high, and facing zombies for the very first time, being cautious was always a good thing.

The moment the door opened, the low roar suddenly became distinct. A female zombie wearing a white, low-cut halter dress stood in the bedroom, one shoulder strap hanging at her arm to expose a sexy black lace bra, though it certainly didn't look sexy worn on her.

No matter how sexy she had been in life, her face was now distorted beyond recognition, covered in blood, and her jagged teeth were filled with meat threads. An alluring cleavage was visible on her snowy white chest, and her entire body was covered in maggot-like blue veins.

"Roar~"

The female zombie let out an angry roar and pounced toward him!

An Yang took a deep breath, kicked out fiercely, and actually sent the madly pouncing zombie flying back with sheer force. At the same time, his figure surged forward, slashing out with his blade fiercely, accurately, and filled with explosive power!

Thud!

The female zombie's head fell in response to the blade, rolling forward and spinning while her eyes remained wide open.

"Hiss..."

An Yang drew a sharp breath and rotated his ankle.

"This zombie's strength is really huge!"

"Roar..."

"Hmm? Is there another one?"

An Yang carried the battle knife and walked cautiously into the room, only to see a male zombie wearing tattered casual clothes collapsed on the ground, roaring continuously. His body was covered in scratch marks, and his abdomen and one thigh had already been eaten completely clean—it was clear this was the work of the female zombie from just now.

"Serves you right for bringing a woman to open a room; it must have felt great when you were being eaten!"

An Yang muttered to himself continuously to mask the strong urge to vomit. Then he stepped forward and slashed down fiercely with his blade. A round head rolled onto the ground, leaving a trail of foul-smelling blood.