This Is a Very Considerate Thing to Do

In the kitchen, Lin Fan turned into a domesticated little homemaker, turning on the tap and washing the dishes and chopsticks.

Although zombies had appeared and the world had become apocalyptic, as a domesticated little homemaker capable of taking good care of himself, he had to wash the dishes clean and keep everything neat and tidy. That was what life was supposed to be.

"Done."

The porcelain bowls gleamed with cleanliness thanks to his hard work, which made him very happy. He then sorted the dishes and chopsticks, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.

He liked working. Only by working could he feel that he was useful.

Picking up the kitchen knife, he looked through the peephole at the situation outside. Property Manager Wang was still swaying by the door. When there was no movement, he looked dull and calm, creating the illusion that he could take on a hundred zombies like this without even breaking a sweat.

"Ah, how truly sinister. Pretending to look harmless in order to lure people in." Lin Fan sighed. Now, not only people, but even zombies had started playing tricks. What honesty could there possibly be left in a life like this?

If zombies could talk, he would probably have flown into a rage. You bastard, if you don't make a sound, of course I'll rest.

Brain-damaged idiot.

He opened the security door.

"Property Manager Wang, it isn't time to pay the property fees yet. I've always been proactive in previous years. No one ever needed to remind me." Lin Fan stood at the doorway, and the sound of the door opening startled the other party awake.

Property Manager Wang, now turned into a zombie, was exceptionally ferocious. He had been fierce when he was alive, and now he was even fiercer.

"Roar."

The zombie let out a savage roar. Property Manager Wang looked far uglier than other zombies after transforming. As he roared, veins bulged along his neck, and it looked as if his eyeballs were about to pop out.

He pounced at Lin Fan.

"Property Manager Wang, don't attack me."

The other party did not listen.

Lin Fan shook his head and slashed out with his knife. With a wet chop, the head separated from the body, and filthy blood sprayed out.

[Zombie killed]

[Points obtained +1]

He could feel that 12 points of Strength was much more powerful. It was far easier than when he had first started chopping.

Now he had gained more points.

It was still better to add them to Strength.

Looking at the three corpses on the ground—Liu Weiwei, Programmer, and Property Manager Wang—he realized that he had forgotten to dispose of yesterday's corpses, and they were already starting to smell.

This was a public area. He had never been willing to damage the environment of a public area, so he felt it was necessary to do something.

The stench would pollute the environment. Neighbors who smelled it would definitely complain.

They would surely say, "Oh my, whose home is eating stinky tofu? It smells awful."

No sooner said than done.

The elevator was stopped on the second floor, so he pressed the elevator button.

The elevator started moving, letting out a humming sound.

The residential complex was old, and so was the elevator. It had often broken down in the past.

Very soon, the elevator doors opened. There was a wheelchair inside, and a zombie sat in it. He was a middle-aged man Lin Fan knew. When he had been young, he had heard people talk about him.

He had been very wayward. At such a young age, he had taken drugs and stolen electrical wires. Once, he had been electrocuted. Fortunately, he had survived, but all four of his limbs had been amputated, leaving him confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life.

"Uncle Zhang, heading out to get some sun? I'm just moving a few things downstairs. I'll be done soon." Lin Fan greeted him with a smile.

Although Uncle Zhang was a zombie, he had not provoked him, so Lin Fan remained fairly friendly.

Many neighbors had liked using Uncle Zhang to educate their children in the past.

If they did not study hard and became bad children, they would end up like him. That had scared many children into loving their studies.

Lin Fan never discriminated against anyone. Whenever he saw Uncle Zhang, he would nod and greet him.

He carried the three corpses into the elevator. The elevator was a little small, so Uncle Zhang's wheelchair was squeezed into a corner. Black blood stained the elevator, and he would have to clean it later.

The elevator doors slowly closed.

Uncle Zhang saw the flesh and blood and let out a savage roar. He fell out of the wheelchair and landed on the corpses, wriggling his body as he tried to bite Lin Fan's legs.

"Uncle Zhang, you really haven't changed your ways."

Lin Fan shook his head. Why did he have to act like this? Even if he had become a zombie, as long as he did not take the initiative to attack people, he would be a good zombie.

First floor.

Lin Fan calmly carried all four corpses out. Looking up at the sky, he saw that the weather was excellent and the sunlight bright, but everything was deathly silent.

There had always been groups of elderly men exercising, playing chess, drinking tea, bragging, and chatting about everyday life. But now, none of those scenes remained.

He carried the four bodies to the trash bin and stuffed them inside. They were too large, and the lid would not close, so he could only leave it like that for now. The sanitation workers would probably come take them away, right?

Task complete.

He came to the exercise equipment, stepped onto it, and swung his legs back and forth.

The empty residential complex was silent. Lin Fan was the only one exercising.

"Where did everyone go?"

Lin Fan pondered this. Even though there had been a zombie outbreak, regardless of whether there were survivors, there should at least have been some zombies.

Now there was not even a single one in sight.

After exercising for thirty minutes.

Suddenly.

"Roar!"

A zombie staggered out from a distant stairwell. Upon seeing Lin Fan, it roared and charged at him like a madman, as if it had spotted prey.

"Sanitation Auntie, how did you end up like this too?"

A bitter expression appeared on his face. Without Sanitation Auntie cleaning up, the trash bins would end up piled with garbage here.

The zombie pounced.

Lin Fan swung his knife, striking its head and sending it straight to the ground.

"Auntie, the trash bins are almost full. They definitely need to be taken away, but there's no one to take them away now. Still, don't worry. As a member of this residential complex, I'm willing to do whatever I can."

He tossed Sanitation Auntie into the trash bin.

The trash bin, which had already been nearly full, was now even fuller.

He did not feel that killing zombies that attacked him was wrong.

He had received nine years of compulsory education.

He had to be a good citizen who obeyed the law.

But he also often watched legal videos. Zhang San had said that when one's personal safety was endangered, one could fight back and kill in self-defense, without bearing legal responsibility.

Even the law was on my side, so what was there for me to blame myself over?

As for Liu Weiwei...

He thought about it. It should have been self-defense in advance after foreseeing a threat to his personal safety. Yes, that was right. That was exactly the reasoning.

After finishing all that, he took the elevator to the second floor and pushed the wheelchair to Uncle Zhang's door.

Returning property to its owner.

A very considerate thing to do.

He returned home.

Carrying a bucket and holding a mop, he cleaned the hallway floor. The blood that had stained it had a strange smell and looked disgusting. It could easily turn this place into a haunted house.

As a homeowner here, he had to clean the place until it was spotless.

After a long while, the water in the bucket had turned blackish-red. He poured it into the toilet and flushed it away, then carefully scrubbed the bloodstains in the elevator. There had once been many little advertisements for lockpicking pasted on neighbors' doors and on the walls.

He had tirelessly cleaned all of them away.

These were all minor things. No one lost anything, and no one gained anything.

Looking at the clean hallway and the elevator so clean it reflected light, he revealed a satisfied smile.

"Finally done. Time to go online and be an internet-addicted teenager for a while."

"Hehe..."

He had grown accustomed to living alone, eating alone, and sleeping alone.

Family?

That was something from a long time ago.

But none of that mattered. He had his little teddy bear to keep him company.

And there were many online friends who spoke pleasantly and were fun to be around.