When Darkness Descends, Everyone Goes Mad

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"Why be so unfriendly? It really makes one unhappy."

Lin Fan shook the black blood off Frostmourne, feeling quite helpless. Even though it was the apocalypse, he still hoped that, whether human or zombie, everyone could at least retain some sanity and refrain from any extreme behavior.

The world hadn't ended yet, after all.

Had they not gone through nine years of compulsory education?

Even if only one person were left, morality must not be discarded.

He walked toward the agency to help Li Mei and her daughter find a place to live.

Huang City had developed quite well in recent years, with a large influx of outsiders coming to contribute to its growth. Consequently, the housing market had exploded, and property prices kept climbing; for ordinary people, buying a house in Huang City was a bit difficult.

However, when it came to renting, older residential complexes were the top choice.

They were high-quality and affordable.

Soon, he returned to his own residential complex, right next to which was an agency.

Lin Fan carried his sword, not provoking the zombies in the distance. Of course, if any zombies came to provoke him, he would defend himself.

'Xinfeng Agency'

He knew the owner of this agency, a man named Gu Wen. He was a young, handsome lad who had supposedly worked his way up from the countryside. To have his own business at such a young age was truly admirable.

He had met Gu Wen's girlfriend.

She was a woman in her forties.

The moment he saw the man's girlfriend, he believed that love existed in this world and that it knew no age. The two had a very good relationship; he would often see Gu Wen snuggled in his girlfriend's arms, acting spoiled, though occasionally he would display his masculinity by kissing his girlfriend in public.

It was the envy of others.

Now that the apocalypse had descended, he wondered how the boss and his girlfriend were faring.

He stood at the entrance, looking at the housing information displayed outside.

"Garden Residential Complex, 10th floor, two bedrooms and one living room, 2300/month."

That was in the neighboring complex.

He kept looking.

"Sunshine Residential Complex, Building 3, 5th floor, two bedrooms and one living room, 2000/month."

That wasn't in his building, so he had to keep looking. The price wasn't exactly a bargain, and since he wanted to help them find a place, he had to find something cheap that was also close to him.

The outside was dangerous.

Zombies were rampant.

Since they wanted his help, it meant they hoped to live nearby so their safety could be guaranteed. He was so strong now that hacking zombies was like chopping vegetables; with a whoosh, he could cut them down in a frenzy.

His strength was terrifyingly immense.

"Finding a place is so hard."

Lin Fan scratched his hair, feeling somewhat helpless.

Creak!

As he carefully examined the housing information at the door, the glass door of the agency was pushed open.

"Eh, Boss, you're here. Where's your girlfriend?" Lin Fan looked up and saw the boss, who had turned into a zombie. He recognized him instantly, even though everyone looked ugly after turning into a zombie.

But the young, handsome boss still maintained his former good looks, save for his pale complexion, gray, cloudy eyes, and stiff movements.

He was truly handsome.

"Boss, I'm here to look for a house. I'm looking for someone else, wanting to find a place in my building, just something cheap will do."

"Even though you've turned into a zombie, we were friends before, so don't attack me. I really don't want to hack you."

Lin Fan felt a bit helpless; he knew he was just talking nonsense.

"Roar..."

The agency boss let out a low, guttural growl from his throat, radiating primal ferocity.

Splurt!

Sword light flashed, and with one stroke from top to bottom, he split the handsome agency boss in two. Black blood surged, staining the ground red.

"Sigh!" Lin Fan let out a sigh, feeling a bit melancholy, not knowing what else to say.

The apocalypse was truly detestable.

"Sorry, Boss."

He stood at the entrance. There was no one inside the agency, so he walked in. Since he hadn't found a suitable listing outside, there should be some inside.

There were a few computer desks in the shop with flyers scattered on them.

"Huh..."

A piece of information caught his attention.

"Sunshine Residential Complex, Building 2, Unit 2, Room 804, two bedrooms and one living room, 1,800/month."

He had finally found a suitable property; it perfectly matched what he had in mind, and that mother and daughter should be quite satisfied with it.

In his memory, the unit upstairs had been occupied by an elderly person who passed away a few months ago, and it seemed to have been vacant ever since.

The owner's phone number was listed above.

"Perfect, finally found it." Lin Fan appeared a bit excited as he took out his phone and dialed the owner's number.

Beep, beep.

On the rooftop of a high-rise building, a group of people huddled together, their faces filled with terror.

The apocalypse had arrived so suddenly. Fortunately, their complex was a high-end residential area with security gates downstairs, preventing just anyone from entering. After some fighting, they had finally cleared the zombies out of the building.

Whenever they had downtime, the group would stare at the sky from the rooftop, hoping for rescue. If they could see a helicopter, that would be the best-case scenario.

Unfortunately, they hadn't seen even a ghost of one in all these days.

Buzz!

Just then, a middle-aged man's phone vibrated.

He hadn't thrown his phone away; for a modern person, if you didn't have a phone, how were you any different from a walking corpse?

As the ringtone echoed, the middle-aged man's expression shifted in shock. As if struck by a sudden thought, he hurriedly checked the caller ID. He had begun to treat every single incoming call as a rescue attempt.

He answered the phone, and the voice on the other end left him stunned.

"Hello, Mr. Chen. I'm calling about the property you listed with Xinfeng Agency. I'd like to ask if you can rent it to me?"

Click!

Chen Gang hung up the phone in a rage. Who on earth was playing such a joke at a time like this? Was the guy blind? Couldn't he see what the world outside had turned into?

At the agency.

"What's wrong?" Lin Fan wondered, then proceeded to dial the number again.

"F*ck your mother!" The call connected, and the person on the other end cursed furiously.

"Mr. Chen, why are you cursing? I just want to rent a house," Lin Fan asked calmly, not angered by the other man's outburst. He could understand; perhaps the man was in a difficult situation, which was affecting his mood.

"Get lost."

The phone hung up again.

"Sigh, people are so irritable these days," Lin Fan lamented.

This time, before Lin Fan could even speak, the other person started in.

"You bastard, what do you want?"

Lin Fan said calmly, "Mr. Chen, I just want to rent your house. There's no need to be so irritable."

"Heh, fine, I'll rent it to you. I'm on the rooftop of Building 3 at Fangji International right now. Get your ass over here." Chen Gang was furious; the long-drawn-out apocalypse had left his spirit deeply suppressed, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Click!

"Brother Chen, what's wrong?"

A survivor asked. He was young, in his twenties, with short hair. Only the wealthy could afford to live here.

His parents were powerful and influential—one an official, the other a merchant—which allowed him to live here at such a young age.

A guy like him wouldn't easily call someone else "brother," but he did so now because he was too frail.

Chen Gang, however, was strong and burly. In this apocalypse, the strong were naturally the ones to follow.

"Some idiot."

The young man pulled Chen Gang aside, stole a glance at the other survivors who were all in poor mental states, and whispered, "Brother Chen, I just calculated it. The supplies we've consolidated will only last us another half-month at most."

Chen Gang frowned. "What are you implying..."

The young man lowered his voice. "Brother Chen, there are fifteen of us in total, including those four old people. I don't think there's any point in keeping them around. We should just finish them off."

Chen Gang looked at the four elderly people; they were two married couples.

When the apocalypse first began, the survivors hadn't felt that food resources were a major issue, but soon after, they realized that food was the key factor in whether they could survive.

This was a luxury complex; no one stocked up on much food at home because they were used to eating fresh produce bought by their domestic helpers. Of course, what they had the most of was alcohol, but could alcohol stave off hunger?

Just when they were feeling helpless, it was these two elderly couples who told them they had stored a lot of food and could share it with everyone to help them get through the crisis.

Chen Gang was a ruthless character. Even if the food had been contributed by them, so what? Everyone wanted to live now; no one wanted to die.

The young man whispered again, "After we take care of those old folks, we can finish off the men. As for the women, we'll kill the ugly ones and keep the pretty ones. After all, no one knows when this will end. Keeping a few around will give us something to enjoy."

Chen Gang said, "If we do it openly, the others might not agree."

"Heh, Brother Chen, leave this to me. I'll handle it." The young man was a bit unhinged. His plan was simple: kill these people, then kill Chen Gang, and all the supplies here would be his.

He didn't want to die. Having witnessed the horror of those zombies, he had already fallen into complete despair.

Having hollowed himself out through years of indulgence in wine and women, he stood no chance of outrunning that horde of zombies, let alone matching their strength; being caught meant certain death.

As for how to get everyone to agree, he wasn't worried in the slightest.

After the torment they had endured over this period, none of them could really be considered human anymore; darkness had long since taken root in their hearts. Especially given that they all held status and wealth in society, who among them wasn't a ruthless character?

As long as they could stay alive, as long as they could live a little longer, there was nothing they wouldn't do.

Even if this particular matter truly required them to betray their own consciences, they would still find a reasonable excuse to convince themselves.

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