Morning Run to Exercise the Body

Sunshine Residential Complex.

"Hello, Uncle."

Feifei, a sensible girl, was on her way to Grandma Liang's house to study. With her backpack on, she ran into Lin Fan and greeted him politely.

"Feifei is such a studious child. How are things going with Grandma Liang? Have you learned a lot? Do you feel like she explains things better than your teachers at school?" Lin Fan asked, genuinely concerned about her progress.

He was someone who had suffered from a lack of education.

Back in the apocalypse, he could only hack at zombies with a sword. If he had been studious and inventive, he could have used his clever brain to set traps and kill zombies without breaking a sweat.

Unlike him, who had to rely on brute force.

Feifei replied, "Yes, Grandma Liang explains things very well. There are so many problems I couldn't solve, but as soon as Grandma Liang gives me a little hint, I understand."

She was still a little afraid of this Uncle Lin in front of her.

He bought so many test papers.

No matter how many she did, there were always more.

On top of that, Grandma Liang assigned her homework too—half a math paper, half a language paper... it was just endless. She had to stay up until nine o'clock every night, just like when she was in school; nothing had changed at all.

"Mm, very good. Keep it up. Once you finish those, Uncle will buy you more," Lin Fan said, gently patting Feifei's head. He couldn't guarantee much else, but when it came to education, no matter how poor he was, he would grit his teeth and buy her test papers. He absolutely could not let the child suffer.

These words were like a demonic curse, turning Feifei's little face pale with fright.

If only the space in the stairwell were a little larger.

She would have loved to dance and sing for her uncle.

Listen to me, thank you, because of you, the seasons are warm, thank you, thank you for being there...

She was truly grateful.

Grateful that her uncle provided her with an endless supply of homework.

Sob...

Every time she thought about it, she wanted to cry.

She really wanted to tell Uncle Lin, "Don't buy any more, please don't buy any more. I just want to experience what life is like without homework."

"Go on to your lesson now."

Lin Fan waved his hand.

He arrived at the residential complex's vegetable garden, where vegetables were already growing. As long as you gave the seeds a little time, they would bloom with miracles.

Sister Li and Grandma Xu took good care of them.

He breathed in the fresh air.

Without vehicle exhaust, the air was truly fresh, carrying a scent that was hard to describe.

"Time to get some exercise."

He had always maintained the good habit of working out.

The fitness equipment downstairs was decent enough.

But today, he wanted to go out for a run. The reason was simple: he just felt like running.

Of course, he could run inside the complex, but he wanted to enjoy the scenery along the way while he ran; that was a wonderful thing in itself.

His day was well-planned.

Run, work, eat, work, eat, sleep.

It might seem like an ordinary day, but as long as you put your heart into it, you would still feel fulfilled. That was the difference between being earnest and being indifferent.

He left the complex, leaping over the gate as usual.

Under normal circumstances, those two iron gates would certainly never be opened.

It was a bit dangerous outside.

He landed steadily and looked left and right; it was a bit desolate.

Stepping onto the sidewalk, he took a deep breath and began a slow jog, then picked up the pace. Just because there were no cars on the road didn't mean one could casually run or walk in the middle of the street.

That was a very wrong thing to do, a principle even a child understood.

Although he, Lin Fan, hadn't read many books, he still understood that much.

He ran along the sidewalk, planning to warm up with a half-hour jog.

At this moment.

"Good morning..."

As Lin Fan passed a zombie that was gnawing on a corpse, he greeted it with a smile and continued his run.

The feeding zombie heard the voice, twisted its head, and locked eyes with Lin Fan. Discovering fresh flesh bouncing right in front of it, the zombie roared and, without a second thought, gave chase.

It roared as it ran.

Any ordinary person seeing this would feel their scalp tingle and break out in a cold sweat; the feeling of being chased by zombies was likely more terrifying than seeing a ghost.

The zombies were fast, moving just like a normal person sprinting.

"I never expected even zombies to know that morning exercise is good for one's health."

Lin Fan was not a man who felt the need to compete, but seeing the zombies trying to chase him, he certainly couldn't lose face. Naturally, he picked up his pace, maintaining a constant distance from them.

"Let's jog together, but I'm sure you'll never be able to catch up to me," Lin Fan said, looking back.

Roar!

He didn't receive the communication he expected.

Instead, it only provoked the zombie into letting out a hiss.

"What a competitive zombie," Lin Fan laughed. Running made him feel refreshed, and he could feel his blood flowing faster.

Gradually.

Zombies in the streets, in the shadows, and in the corners all heard the noise.

Seeing their kind chasing after fresh meat, they naturally joined the running pack one by one.

The running group gradually grew larger.

This group of zombies didn't show any signs of physical decay or inability to move as time passed; on the contrary, they all appeared very active and full of strength, even healthier than healthy people.

"Come on, come on, pick up the pace, keep up with my rhythm! But don't run too fast—if you trip and fall, that has nothing to do with me."

He passed through street after street.

"Holy crap... look, someone is being chased by zombies! Isn't that number a bit too high?" In a safe location, some survivors who had originally intended to check the situation outside were stunned to witness such a scene.

Their companions gathered around, pulling back the curtains to look at what was happening outside.

"That guy is a dead man. No one can save him."

"Look at the way he's running; you can tell he's a smart guy. He isn't panicking, just maintaining a steady pace. That's the wisest thing to do—after all, once you panic, problems arise."

"Hmm, that makes a lot of sense."

"Do you think he can get away?"

"Don't even think about it. It's impossible. Human stamina is limited; being chased like this, he's bound to exhaust himself eventually. Zombies, on the other hand, seem to have endless stamina. He can't outrun them."

The group of survivors whispered among themselves.

They had slowly gathered together, having lost companions and saved others along the way. They still maintained the rationality they had before the apocalypse, not choosing to act recklessly just because the world had ended, but instead sticking together to fight the zombies.

Lin Fan did not notice this group of survivors.

If he had, he probably would have taken the initiative to greet them, waving his hand and saying, "Hello there."

As he ran, he saw some zombies gathered together ahead, clawing and scratching at a rolling shutter door. With their constant ramming and pounding, the door rattled loudly.

"What are these guys doing?"

Lin Fan was very puzzled. Could it be that there was something good behind the door that had attracted this group of zombies?

He didn't quite understand the situation.

He didn't dwell on it; the zombies weren't coming to bother him, so they could keep banging on their door while he kept up his run. They had nothing to do with each other.

As for saying hello, he decided against it.

One should be focused when doing things.

If he greeted this group of zombies, he would surely divert their attention and cause them to come running after him.

Of course, he had to pass by them, but whether or not this group of zombies would follow him was their own business.

As he passed by, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He heard crying coming from the second floor of the storefront.

He listened carefully.

It was actually the sound of a baby.

Could it be that there was an infant inside this shop?