Key Factors Behind a Total Wipeout

Lin Fan slept until nightfall.

He went out to the balcony. Outside was quiet and pitch-black everywhere, with the occasional flicker of fire and sound of explosions.

The area around the residential complex was completely dark, every building swallowed by blackness.

His apartment was the only one with its lights on.

He did not like this situation. Huang City used to be so lively, especially at night, when the lights blazed and countless people came out to party. Now the streets were eerily quiet. Aside from the occasional low growl of zombies, there was no other sound.

Suddenly, a light flickered from a building in the distance. It looked like a flashlight, switching on and off.

Survivors lived in that building, both men and women.

They looked exhausted and terrified. The arrival of the zombies had battered their minds, and when night came, leaving everything around them pitch-black, they had sunk into despair. Then they saw the light coming from that distant building.

It was like seeing hope.

They were all survivors who had gathered together while fleeing. The horror of the zombies had left a deep impression on them. All they wanted was to stick together for warmth, fend off the zombie threat, and wait for rescue to arrive.

"Look at that building! Someone has their lights on."

"Let him know there are people here."

The flashing light looked beautiful, bringing a different kind of scenery to the dark city.

Lin Fan watched the flickering light in the distance, took a deep breath, and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Hey... what are you guys doing?"

His voice was loud, carrying through the darkness.

Roar!

The zombies in the streets heard the sound and began howling as they moved.

The roars grew louder and louder. Countless zombies came flooding in from every direction, gathering in the streets as they searched for the source of the sound.

There were other survivors nearby, and when they heard it, they were stunned.

Damn!

Shouting so loudly in the middle of the night?

Was he trying to get himself killed?

He actually dared to yell that loudly.

"Can you hear me?" Lin Fan saw that the distant light was still flashing and thought for a moment. "Right, the distance is so far, and my voice is so soft. How could they hear me?"

"I should just go play some games."

He returned to his computer, launched a game, and started playing.

In the building next door.

"A-Ming, I'm scared." Li Hong crouched in the corner with her arms wrapped around her shoulders, head lowered and voice hoarse. She had not eaten anything all day, and her nerves had been stretched tight. She was in terrible condition.

"What's the point of being scared? I'm scared too." A-Ming was extremely irritated and felt there was no hope. There was no food at home. They were a couple who rented an apartment and went to work; why would they cook for themselves? They had always ordered takeout.

Suddenly, the endless howls of zombies outside battered their nerves.

"Ah... ah... Don't shout, don't shout." Li Hong clutched her head, covered her ears, and screamed.

"Stop fucking screaming! You'll draw the zombies over!" A-Ming roared furiously.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Someone pounded violently on the security door. Li Hong and A-Ming covered their ears and trembled. They no longer dared to make a sound, afraid that the zombies would break in and tear them apart.

That night, in his dreams.

Lin Fan dreamed that Huang City was as lively as it had been before.

He liked that very much.

The alarm rang.

Six-thirty.

He got up early without sleeping in. His old routine had always been to get up at six-thirty, get dressed, wash up, eat breakfast, and go to work.

His schedule was very regular.

Even though it was Sunday and he did not have to work, he still got up early as usual.

He went to the water dispenser, poured himself a glass of water, and gulped it down. Drinking a glass of water every morning was good; it helped flush toxins from the body.

After washing up, he sat on the toilet, propped up his chin, stared blankly into space, and finished relieving himself.

Bang!

Bang!

There was movement outside the door. Looking through the peephole, he saw a zombie wandering around and slapping the security door.

He knew the guy.

He wore a uniform and was from the property management office. He was never proactive about anything, but when it came time to collect management fees, he was the most diligent.

"I'll chase you away later."

He was busy right now. He needed to cook, and he had no time to deal with the guy. He still had to exercise later. People who sat at work for long periods had poor health, so they needed to exercise often.

Exercise for half an hour, stay healthy for a lifetime.

A bowl of plain congee.

Two eggs.

He drank his congee and ate his eggs. The situation outside did not affect him much. Doomsday or not, zombies or not, life still had to go on.

Rumble.

A violent roar came from the street.

Holding his bowl of congee and an egg, Lin Fan hurried to the balcony.

He had no other bad habits. He just liked watching excitement.

Looking down from the balcony, he saw a truck driving down the street.

The rear compartment had blue iron bars standing upright, forming a barred cage. The gaps between each bar were about two fists wide.

There were six survivors in the truck bed, holding various tools and stabbing outward.

"Hey! Watch yourselves! Don't let those things cling to the truck!" a bald man in the cab shouted.

"Got it."

Of the six survivors, four were men and two were women. The two women had already been frightened into trembling, their legs weak and limp.

Among the men was one wearing glasses, standing nervously to the side with an iron rod in his hands.

The other three were much braver, their expressions resolute as they used their weapons to stab at the heads of the zombies clinging to the truck.

With a squelch, a zombie's head was pierced through, and black blood gurgled out.

"What great teamwork." Lin Fan watched intently. Since the zombies had appeared, this was the first escape group he had seen that actually seemed reliable.

The truck charged forward with plenty of horsepower, and its chassis was high. Both the cab and the front of the vehicle were safe.

As long as they worked together, they really could make it out.

"Ah!"

A woman's piercing scream rang out.

A fashionably dressed woman had been so frightened that she threw away the metal pipe in her hands, clutched her head, and screamed.

"Don't come over! Don't come over!"

The zombies stretched their arms through the gaps and clawed inside. That sight alone sent her into a panic.

The man beside her said urgently, "Stop screaming! Pick up your weapon and stab them in the head!"

The man was furious, but his hands never stopped moving as he continuously stabbed through zombie skulls. If there were enough zombies, they really could overturn the truck.

The woman was too timid. She only knew how to clutch her head and scream. That kind of noise could easily attract even more zombies.

The heavy truck crashed onward, rolling many zombies beneath its wheels with grinding crunches. Their flesh and blood were mangled, and the sight was disgusting.

Bang!

The heavy truck smashed through a sedan blocking the road.

The huge noise drew even more zombies over. These zombies knew neither death nor pain, running and crashing into the truck.

One man was knocked off balance by the impact and tilted toward the railing. Just as he was about to recover, countless zombie hands grabbed him and dragged him toward the bars.

They wanted to tear him apart.

Even more arms reached inside.

The man was terrified and roared, "You stupid bitch, stop screaming! Pick up your weapon and stab these zombies in the head!"

The zombies were incredibly strong. He could not hold on much longer.

The women lifted their heads. Seeing the burly man caught by the zombies, and seeing those bloody, mangled arms reeking of rot, they shrieked even more wildly. Their crotches grew wet as they clutched their heads and screamed.

"No, no! Someone save me!"

"Fuck your mother, you stupid bitch!" the burly man cursed. He had never expected the two stupid women to be so useless. All they could do was clutch their heads and scream. They could not help at all. They were nothing but dead weight.

"Glasses, hurry up!" Everyone else was busy, so they could only place their hopes on the man with glasses.

The bespectacled man held the iron rod with both hands, his arms bent and trembling. Hearing the burly man's cry for help, he hesitated. He wanted to go over but did not dare, constantly testing the waters.

"What are you hesitating for? Hurry up!" The burly man could not hold on much longer. He even wanted to kill the guy.

"Okay." The bespectacled man trembled as he slowly approached.

"Don't be afraid. Pierce their heads." The burly man took a deep breath, calming him and guiding him little by little.

"Okay, okay." The bespectacled man stepped closer bit by bit. Just as he gathered his courage to make a move, the truck lurched, his footing slipped, and he crashed toward the railing.

"Fuck..."

The burly man let out a despairing roar.

The bespectacled man was seized by the zombies. With his back against the bars, countless arms grabbed his arms and chest. The zombies madly squeezed their heads through, determined to bite him apart even if the bars scraped the flesh from their faces.

"Save me..." The bespectacled man flailed his arms in panic, his face pale with fright. Suddenly, a zombie squeezed off half its face and bit into his neck.

With a squelch, the zombie tore off a chunk of flesh.

The zombie growled deeply, its bite powerful as blood sprayed everywhere.

"Save me." The bespectacled man stretched out his hand in despair, hoping someone would save him.

"It's over." The burly man looked on in despair.

Awooo! Awooo! Awooo! Awooo...

The bespectacled man's body convulsed violently. His eyes rolled upward, turning grayish white. Veins bulged across his face as he opened his mouth and howled. Then he abruptly opened his eyes and lunged at the burly man beside him.

"Fuck your mother!" The burly man was bitten, cursing in agony. "I regret it! I watched so many movies for nothing! Women and cowardly men should never have been brought along! I regret it!"

Clatter!

Lin Fan held his bowl and calmly drank his congee.

"Impressive. Even with a lineup like that, they still got wiped out. Those two terrified women and that cowardly man with glasses got bitten. Those were the two key factors behind the total wipeout."

"Hmm, looks like I can't underestimate women and cowardly men. They have the power to cause a total wipeout."

With a loud crash, the heavy truck was pushed over by the zombies.

Screams rang out. It was becoming hard to watch.

"Ah, tragic. Huang City has a rather large population. The number of zombies decides everything."

Lin Fan carried his bowl back inside. There was nothing left to watch.

He still had to go downstairs to buy some things later.