"I will definitely become strong and live well!"
"Eh?!"
He checked the time. It was 09:34 on December 27, 2X12. Five days had passed since the Green Rain Storm, which meant Huang Tian had been infected and unconscious for only about a day.
He had searched four houses in a row. In each one, he closed the door after entering, checked for any hidden zombies, then gathered supplies.
He had found some gold jewelry—rings, necklaces, and the like—totaling roughly two hundred grams.
As the saying went, "In prosperous times, collect antiques; in chaotic times, collect gold." If there were ever any transactions, gold might become hard currency. It took up little space anyway, so he took it.
The fifth apartment belonged to a large family living together: two elderly people, two middle-aged adults, and one boy. Three generations under one roof—a standard, happy, perfect family that others would envy.
Perhaps because they had elderly people in the family, they were more warmhearted. Among the households on this corridor, Huang Tian had been closest to this family and visited them most often. Now...
He entered the luxurious four-bedroom, two-living-room apartment, casually shut the door behind him, and listened closely for any unusual sounds.
Seeing the family portrait of three generations hanging in the living room, Huang Tian felt a surge of melancholy.
This family's security door stood open, and the inside was a complete mess, stained with blood. Clearly, the family members had either been killed by zombies or turned into zombies. It seemed that the final outcome of either possibility was becoming a zombie?!
"Wait! Three generations lived here—where's the child? Unless a large number of zombies besieged a living person, zombies wouldn't eat someone skin, bones, and all. Many merely bit people to death, seemingly to suck in that