Anyone Playing Games?

Scrolling through the forum, he found very few posts. With the zombie outbreak, anyone who could still get online at a time like this basically treated the internet as their home.

One post caught his attention.

Zombie Apocalypse: Things to Watch Out For

He took it seriously. It seemed somewhat useful.

"Everyone, I'm a hardcore zombie fan. I'm filthy rich, and years ago, I bought a mountain, hollowed it out, and turned it into a secret base just to prepare for the apocalypse. Sure enough, I was right. I have everything here. Enough food and water to last me a lifetime. Of course, that isn't important. What matters is, based on my experience, what should you watch out for if you want to survive?"

"It's now the second day of the zombie outbreak. Maybe some people haven't realized how important food is yet. They think they have some supplies and can hold out for a while, but how long can they really last? The zombies will be around for a long time. In the end, food and water will be the most important resources. Of course, I don't have to worry about that at all. I have plenty here, but I won't share it with you."

"It's still unknown whether the water supply is safe to drink. There's definitely no one managing the Water Treatment Plant anymore. If zombies fall into the water source, whether that contaminates it is also unknown, so be careful."

"If you're a female celebrity or a beautiful woman, be careful. If you run into people asking to team up, keep your eyes open, because the moment the apocalypse began, order collapsed. A lot of men want to fuck you. Be careful."

The original poster said a lot.

Lin Fan felt that the original poster had a point. Thinking about the food and water at home, he realized he did not have much either. He would have to buy some later. The replies, meanwhile, were all asking where the original poster was, hoping to live with him.

He looked through the replies.

"Boss, my ass is really pale. Can you tell me where you are? I'll come rely on you."

"Big brother, I'm eighteen this year, fair-skinned and pretty. My best friend and I live together. Can you come pick us up and take us to live in the mountains? We can be your first and second wives."

"Fuck you, OP! Do you have any sympathy at all? Showing off to your grandpa here? If I find out where you are, I'll feed you to the zombies, fuck you!"

"Keyboard warrior above."

Lin Fan felt there were a lot of replies to the post.

There had to be plenty of living people too.

He casually made a post himself.

"Anyone up for a match in League of Legends?"

Very quickly, the comments exploded.

"Match your mother! What fucking time do you think this is? Are you sick?"

"OP, you're so calm. You're actually still thinking about playing games. Do you have a secret base like the OP from that other post? Please, could you share it? We're all humans. We should help each other."

"Fuck, there's a zombie crashing into my door. It's been going on for hours. What should I do? Someone please tell me how to save myself!"

Looking at the replies,

Lin Fan responded to the person asking him to share.

"I live in Huang City, Sunshine Residential Complex, Building 2, Unit 2."

He was willing to help others.

Especially people who needed help.

But the reply he got made him sad.

"Fuck off..."

Lin Fan was helpless. I'm telling the truth. Why won't anyone believe me?

Gradually, the number of replies dwindled. They had probably been eaten by zombies.

He tried matching for a game for ages, but failed.

He checked the clock. It was already ten o'clock.

Back when he had days off, he would stay home like this and play on his computer, then go buy groceries and cook. It was not that he did not want to go out and have fun, but he simply did not know where to go.

Although he was from Huang City, he had a rather withdrawn personality and was usually alone.

He had never dated. It was not because he did not want to, but because no one had liked him. Alone and without anyone to depend on, he could only rely on his own hard work to make a living.

Carrying a kitchen knife, he went out to buy groceries.

He opened the security door. It was very quiet, without the slightest movement.

The hallway and elevator had been cleaned thoroughly.

If the neighbors saw it, they would definitely praise him.

At the entrance to the residential complex, a plump woman stood with her legs apart and her head tilted to one side.

Her back looked familiar. She seemed to be Auntie Wang.

"Auntie Wang, going grocery shopping? What are you standing there for?" Lin Fan called out warmly.

His voice startled Auntie Wang. She suddenly turned around. Half her face had been gnawed away into a bloody mess, one eyeball dangling loose. Her grayish-white eye rolled as she roared and lunged at him, bursting with primal savagery.

"Ah."

Lin Fan sighed and swung the kitchen knife in his hand. With a wet chop, it cleaved into her head.

[Zombie Killed]

[Points Obtained +1]

They had been acquaintances in the residential complex.

Even if she had become a zombie, if they could coexist peacefully and amicably, he would have been willing to live alongside her.

Whether she wanted to be human or a zombie was her own choice. Outsiders had no right to interfere.

He carried Auntie Wang to the garbage bin and put her inside.

Other than the sharpness of the kitchen knife, the reason he could kill zombies was that he had become stronger.

It felt just like chopping vegetables. There was no difficulty at all.

The Vegetable Market was near the residential complex, not far away.

Carrying a grocery basket, Lin Fan leisurely walked out of the complex.

In the building next door, a pair of eyes watched through a window. When they saw Lin Fan leave the complex, they were utterly shocked.

"A-Ming, I just saw someone carrying a kitchen knife and leaving the complex." The woman looked to be in her twenties. Because of the zombie outbreak, her face was deathly pale, and her eyes were full of fear.

Inside the room, a man lay on the bed, staring lifelessly at the ceiling. He and the woman were a couple. When he woke up and opened his eyes, everything had changed. Through the peephole, he had seen hideous zombies shuffling around outside, occasionally slamming into the front door.

At a time like this, security doors were a great invention.

Hearing the woman's voice, A-Ming hurriedly got up and went to the balcony. Looking outside through the window, he could only see a departing back.

"A-Ming, do you think there are no zombies in our complex? Do you think it's already safe?" Li Hong grabbed A-Ming's hand and asked expectantly.

"How could that be possible? If there are no zombies, then what's outside our door?" A-Ming was emotionally repressed. In a situation like this, it was already impressive that he had not gone insane.

When it happened, he had called his family, relatives, and friends. Some had turned off their phones. Some had answered, but before he could say anything, miserable screams came from the other end.

He knew he had gotten them killed. Their phone ringtones had attracted the zombies' attention and wiped them all out.

"This is fucking different from what I imagined. Why are the zombies in movies and TV shows so slow and dull-looking? Why are these zombies so fast, and why is their hearing so sharp?"

A-Ming complained. If they had been those slow-moving zombies, he would have gone out long ago with a kitchen knife to fight them head-on.

He knew the zombies' weakness. Chop their heads—cut off their heads. Hitting anywhere else was useless. Maybe if he slashed one of their arms with a single strike,

the next moment, he would be knocked down and bitten to death by a zombie.

Street.

The surroundings were empty. There were no zombies in sight. Even if there were, they stood motionless here and there inside storefronts.

Stupid-looking and vacant.

Zombies like that were quite friendly. They could coexist peacefully.

In the distance came the sounds of cars crashing, explosions, and roars.

It was probably some survivor trying to break out.

In his opinion, the chances of breaking out were not high. The commotion was too loud and would completely enrage those unfriendly zombies. Against absolute numbers, even with a car, it would be difficult to make it through.

Soon, the explosions and crashes stopped.

The silence returned.