This Is a Door

There were bloodstains by the stairwell, long since dried into clots stuck to the walls.

When he reached the second floor, the security doors on both sides stood half-open. Through the cracks, the interiors were quiet and messy.

Holding the corpse, he climbed the stairs and soon arrived at the fifth floor.

Knock knock!

The person living behind the rusty security door was the man from earlier.

Inside the apartment.

Hearing the knock, the man reflexively sat up from the sofa, his face full of confusion.

Who the hell was knocking?

A zombie?

Although he had been living carefree and comfortably, he was terrified of zombies. Still, as long as he did not open the door, nothing could happen.

He walked to the door.

Peering through the peephole, he saw the person outside. The figure seemed familiar, and he immediately remembered—wasn't this the idiot downstairs who had been picking up corpses?

Once he knew who was outside, he was no longer afraid. His courage grew as well.

"What do you want?"

"Open the door."

"Fuck off, you lunatic. Are you looking to get yourself killed?" the man cursed through the door.

He was completely fearless. Even if his loud voice attracted zombies, they would only bite the dumbass outside to death.

"Open the door. You did something like this, so you should take responsibility for your actions. I hope you'll cooperate." Lin Fan stood outside without taking action for the moment.

Although he preferred acting over arguing whenever possible.

Violence could not solve everything. Unless there was no other choice, he would not take the initiative to use violence.

"Are you an idiot? Get the hell out of here. Stop making trouble for no reason," the man cursed. He was so angry that he even considered going to the kitchen for a knife and chopping this bastard to death.

"Open the door."

Lin Fan slapped the door. The sound was rather loud, serving as a warning to the other man.

"Fuck, just wait there. I'm going to the kitchen right now to get a knife and chop you to death, you bastard." Furious, the man turned and left, genuinely heading to the kitchen to get a knife and prepare to kill Lin Fan.

The world had already ended. What was there left for him to fear?

Standing outside, Lin Fan frowned slightly. Breaking in was not ideal, but under the current circumstances, refusing to do so would truly be a waste of time.

What the other man had done was intolerable. If he did not bring him to justice, the woman in his arms would never rest in peace.

Everyone had a responsibility to build a harmonious society.

Once he thought that through, he naturally had no intention of waiting for the man to open the door himself. He took a small step back, raised his foot, and kicked fiercely.

Boom!

The man had just emerged from the kitchen with a cleaver in hand, intending to charge out and hack Lin Fan to death.

But before his eyes.

The security door slammed open from a single kick and crashed to the floor with a boom.

He was dumbfounded.

Holding his cleaver high, he had no idea what to do next.

"Y-you..." The man was at a loss. This had gone far beyond his expectations; to him, it was no different from seeing a ghost.

How had a perfectly good security door been kicked open?

His first thought was that the door was fake and the bastard who sold it was a dog.

Lin Fan entered the apartment and looked around. It was messy and smelled strange. He spotted all kinds of binding tools.

He gently laid the woman down, letting her rest against the wall.

"Who the hell are you?" Seeing the woman's open eyes, which seemed to be staring fixedly at him, sent a chill through the man.

Lin Fan picked up a rope from the floor. It was likely the weapon used to bind her earlier.

He walked over to the man, pulled the rope around him, and prepared to tie him up.

The man was still dazed and did not react immediately. When he finally came to his senses, he waved the cleaver in his hand and roared with a ferocious expression.

"You're fucking asking to die."

As soon as the words left his mouth, he raised the cleaver to hack Lin Fan to death.

Bang!

A scream rang out.

Lin Fan slammed the man's arm against the wall. With a clatter, the cleaver fell to the floor, and the man was effortlessly pinned down.

"I'm taking you to the police station," Lin Fan said.

"Are you crazy?" The man struggled, but in the blink of an eye, he was tied up tightly and could not move at all.

A police station?

Police my ass.

"How am I crazy? Don't you know what you did? Is there anything wrong with tying you up and taking you to the police station?" Lin Fan asked.

He always felt that when evil people were stopped by others, they loved calling those people crazy.

That made him somewhat unhappy.

What kind of mindset had turned them into people like this?

"It's the apocalypse. Do you understand what apocalypse means? Have you watched movies? Read novels? You lunatic, can't you wake up?" The man knew that this crazy bastard was incredibly strong and seriously unwell.

"I know what it means. You don't need to tell me," Lin Fan replied.

The man's chest heaved. Lin Fan had clearly angered him to the point of nearly exploding on the spot.

"You don't know shit. Have you watched American TV shows? Have you watched all those zombie movies? If you had, you'd know how to survive in an apocalypse and what you should do. Don't you think doing whatever you want feels great?"

The man was immersed in the joy of the apocalypse. He liked this world. Even the guilt he felt transformed into perverse excitement.

"I have, but are you stupid? Novels are novels, movies are movies. They're fictional. Can't you tell fiction from reality?" Lin Fan said.

"Let me go." The man did not want to say more. He had no rebuttal and only wanted Lin Fan to release him.

He truly had not expected to encounter a lunatic.

Heaven help me. Save me.

Lin Fan tied him to the door handle, then searched the apartment. He found a set of women's clothing. Though somewhat dirty, it was clearly what the woman had worn before she died.

He straightened it out and brushed away the dust.

Then he returned to the doorway, where the naked woman lay.

She had endured torture before her death and had been stripped of all dignity.

He could only do what he could and dress her properly.

She was neatly dressed, so she could leave this world cleanly.

Rustle!

There was a key in the clothes pocket.

"What floor did she live on?" Lin Fan looked at the man, anger in his eyes.

The people he hated and despised most were people like this.

A man could be poor, could lack ambition, and could even visit prostitutes, but he could not force others to do things against their will just to satisfy his own desires.

That violated a woman's wishes.

"You fucking..."

"She lived on the third floor."

The man had wanted to curse furiously, but when he saw Lin Fan's enraged gaze, he was too frightened to hide anything.

Lin Fan carried the woman out and headed downstairs.

"Fuck! Where did this lunatic come from?" The man was on the verge of losing his mind. This guy was insane, a damned lunatic.

Third floor.

Lin Fan unlocked the door and entered. He did not know where to bury the woman, so he could only bring her home.

To give her a final place to rest.

He placed her on the bed and arranged everything properly.

"Miss, this is all I can do. It's not that you were bad. It's that this apocalypse has not been kind to you. I hope you can rest in peace."

All he could do was let her leave with a little dignity.

At the doorway, he looked inside with some helplessness before slowly closing the security door.

Though it was only a door.

For her, it was her final—and best—resting place.

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