I'm So Angry

Sunshine Residential Complex.

It was still very early.

Wearing his security uniform, Lin Fan naturally had many ways to slack off, such as just sitting in the security office and zoning out, but he didn't want to do that.

Even though the apocalypse had arrived.

He still insisted on patrolling the residential complex.

He wanted to see if there was anything he could help with.

"Little Fan, out on patrol?" Old Man Wang greeted him.

Lin Fan replied, "Yes, just patrolling to see if there's anything going on in the complex. I'm a security guard now, so I have to live up to the salary you all pay me."

Old Man Wang watched Lin Fan's retreating back, keeping some words to himself.

For instance...

Little Fan, you are the guardian deity of our complex now. A single word from you could decide our life or death; there's no need to act as if you're working for us.

Even if you were to declare yourself king and become the ruler of the complex, who would be able to resist you?

But he didn't.

He knew this was a conviction in Little Fan's heart—a way to maintain his original intentions even while facing a fallen, apocalyptic world.

This behavior was good.

It didn't just help Little Fan maintain his sanity in the apocalypse.

It also allowed them to see hope amidst the end of the world.

"Grandma Xu, you're busy, I see." Passing by the vegetable garden, Lin Fan saw Grandma Xu working away and took the initiative to greet her. With people like her around, Sunshine Residential Complex felt much more human.

The elderly Xu Guifen smiled, "Indeed. Little Fan, you look so full of vitality in that uniform."

"Hehe, thank you for the compliment, Grandma Xu." Lin Fan smiled. With Frostmourne on his back, he looked like a chivalrous hero wandering the world to uphold justice. Of course, what he was upholding right now was the safety of the complex.

Watching Lin Fan walk away, Xu Guifen looked on with maternal affection. He truly was a fine young man.

"Huh, why is this car parked here?"

The black BMW sedan before him wasn't parked in a parking space. Instead of parking vertically, the car was parked horizontally, occupying two spaces all by itself.

This kind of behavior was quite egregious.

While it wasn't illegal, it was highly immoral within the complex.

There was no phone number left on the dashboard, making it difficult to find the owner. He memorized the license plate number and returned to the security office to flip through the registration log.

He finally found it.

Building 1, Unit 1, Room 302.

A qualified security guard had many things to do; it wasn't just about simply watching over the complex. He often had to handle many seemingly troublesome matters.

He headed toward Building 1.

He had heard that many residents felt they could park however they pleased. Even if a security guard were present, they might ignore the guard's advice, thinking, "I'll park like this, what are you going to do about it?"

In this regard, he hoped to encounter a friendly resident.

Although he had patrolled the complex many times without encountering any zombies, he still had to patrol thoroughly. If a zombie were truly missed, it could potentially pose a danger to the people here.

He stood before the door of Room 302.

He knocked.

Knock, knock!

"Excuse me, is anyone home?"

He knew there likely wasn't, but this was a necessary procedure.

Knock, knock!

He knocked again, but there was still no response.

"Looks like no one is home."

He turned and left, returning to where the car was parked. With no other choice, he had to move the vehicle himself. He gently lifted the rear of the car with both hands, straightened its direction, and then lifted the front to place it in the correct position.

Looking at his masterpiece, he wore a satisfied smile.

Just then.

Two old men ran over, looking quite flustered.

"Little Fan, something's wrong! There are so many zombies on the street outside."

Old Man Wang spoke hurriedly. They had just heard movement outside and checked the security cameras, only to discover an endless swarm of zombies pouring out from the end of the street. The zombie tide was like an ocean, and the sight of it made them tremble with fear. If so many zombies were to charge the complex, it would be difficult to hold them back.

That was why they had come to notify him the moment they encountered the situation.

"I'll go take a look?"

Lin Fan ran toward the entrance of the complex. As a security guard, he certainly wouldn't allow the complex to face danger. When he arrived at the gate, he saw a group of zombies running outside. The ground rumbled, and their numbers were vast.

Aside from the roars of zombies, the faint sound of a car horn could be heard.

However, the sound of the car horn was already far away; if one didn't listen carefully, it was hard to hear.

He didn't go out to tell the zombies, "Please stay away from Sunshine Residential Complex."

Because this group of zombies had never even thought about entering the complex.

"What are they doing?"

Lin Fan was very puzzled. He waited quietly, and soon, he heard the sound of a car, followed by footsteps, but the view visible from the main gate was simply too small.

He could only go to the security office to check the surveillance cameras.

A small truck was parked on the road. Three people hurried out of the vehicle, carrying bags, and after observing the surroundings, they quickly disappeared from the frame.

Old Man Wang and Old Man Zhou stood behind Lin Fan, watching.

"Little Fan, a car just drove by quickly, honking the whole time to attract the zombies. It seems he wants to lure all the surrounding zombies away to create an opportunity for the group of survivors who appeared last to collect supplies in the area."

Old Man Wang analyzed the situation before them.

Just as Lin Fan was wondering if Xiao Qing's shop was about to be looted, I think I should stop them.

Xiao Qing is my good friend.

The sound of the distant car horn rang out again.

Beep! Beep! Beep!!!

There was also the sound of zombies running.

The three survivors who had just entered the shop heard the commotion outside, and their expressions changed drastically. One of them, a man with yellow hair, looked particularly grim.

"Damn it, he's trying to get us killed."

After saying that, he ran quickly toward the outside.

In the car parked over there, a man in the driver's seat rolled down the window and said in a panic, "Quick, get out and get in the car! This guy wants to kill us."

At this moment, inside the car speeding toward them, a middle-aged man looked calmly at the yellow-haired man running out of the shop.

His name was Chen He. Before the apocalypse, he was a broadband installation worker. When the apocalypse broke out, he stayed at home with his wife and child, and the situation outside made him feel despair.

As the food in the house grew scarcer, he comforted his wife and child, telling them to wait for him at home while he ventured out to find food. Who could have expected him to be chased by a zombie? At the moment of crisis, a truck appeared with two people on it—one holding a shield and the other an iron pipe—who skillfully pierced the zombie's head.

They saved his life. He wanted to follow them, but the people who saved him had no interest in that. He said his wife and child were at home and hoped they could give him some food.

Unexpectedly, the other party agreed and told him to bring his family to follow them to the shelter.

At the time, he thought he had met good people, but he never imagined that a true abyss had completely engulfed him.

The first day was fine, and his strength was replenished.

But who could have guessed that on the second day, their animalistic nature would erupt? They tied him up and molested his wife right in front of him. His wife, unable to bear the humiliation, rose up to resist and was thrown from that three-story unfinished hotel by them.

He had intended to fight to the death, but who could have expected that the four of them would hold his eight-year-old daughter hostage, threatening to throw her off if he dared to resist?

Subsequently, they forced him to drive along the routes they specified, honking to attract zombies.

He knew that even if he could return alive, his fate would be no better, and his daughter would definitely suffer inhuman torture.

Since death was inevitable, why not die with some dignity?

Therefore, he decided to take the four of them down with him.

As for whether his daughter could survive, that would have to be left to fate.

"I won't let you get back alive."

Chen He slammed on the accelerator, driving straight toward the small truck. The man in the driver's seat of the truck saw this and his face filled with terror.

"No..."

Bang!

The fronts of the two cars collided. Smoke drifted into the air, and the hoods were crumpled inward.

Chen He's head slammed heavily against the airbag. As his head grew dizzy and his consciousness began to fade, he turned his head and looked at the terrified expressions of the three people outside, unable to help but smile.

The zombies were in pursuit and still some distance away, but the damage to the vehicles left them with nowhere to run.

"Run!"

The yellow-haired man exclaimed, quickly looking at the surrounding shops, trying to find a place to hide. Time was tight; the zombies were at most twenty meters away from them. They didn't have much time left—at most a few seconds.

A zombie rushed over like a cannonball, knocking the yellow-haired man several meters away. The zombies behind it swarmed in to finish him off, biting him frantically.

The other two survivors raised their shields and held their iron pipes.

Bang!

A zombie slammed into them. The immense impact was impossible to withstand, directly knocking the survivor with the shield away. The sounds of tearing and screams were incessant.

"Damn..."

The survivor holding a steel pipe pierced a zombie's skull, but before he could even react, he was tackled to the ground by a swarm of them.

It was true despair.

There was not the slightest ability to react.

Perhaps an ordinary person could manage a one-for-one trade, but they should never dream of surviving in a flood of zombies.

Having witnessed the kind of zombies they would have to face.

Some people didn't dare to go out and starved to death.

Others believed these zombies were at the top of the food chain and that there was no hope of living, so they committed suicide.

There were many survivors in Huang City, but that was in the early stages; after experiencing all sorts of things, some died at the hands of zombies, some at the hands of other survivors, and some died in despair.

"Little Fan, what are you doing?" Old Man Wang asked hurriedly upon seeing Lin Fan make a move.

Lin Fan replied, "As a security guard, it is my duty to protect the safety of the Sunshine Residential Complex. A group of illegal zombies has gathered outside our gate, and it is necessary for me to drive them away."

Old Man Wang: ...

Old Man Zhou: ...

Outside.

The zombies were slamming their hands against the car windows, having already dragged the driver out of the small truck, while others were pounding on the windows of another vehicle.

Suddenly.

"Hey, you bunch of zombies, can you leave the Sunshine Residential Complex? Don't cause trouble here. I have elderly people, a mother and daughter, and an infant inside. I hope you can understand the law."

Lin Fan, radiating righteousness, shouted sternly.

He hated this kind of situation the most.

Relying on their numbers to disregard the law and cause trouble for those around them at will.

Roar!

The zombies snarled hideously, drawn by the scent of his flesh.

"So annoying..."