"Are we going to keep hiding here?" Ye Zhu glanced at the clean room. Because it was so tidy, without a single cockroach or mosquito, it was very safe.
In an ordinary place, the moment a doomsday disaster struck, the room would be filled with grotesque mutant cockroaches, rats, and mosquitoes...
Ye Chen shook his head, looking out the window. The sky was covered with dark clouds, thunder roared, and the wind howled as if the heavens themselves were mourning the tragic fate humanity was about to face.
"Tomorrow morning, I will go out to hunt zombies!" There was a sharp glint in Ye Chen's eyes. Hiding with food was just a way to wait for death; the virus in the zombies' bodies would only grow stronger. By the time the food was gone and they had to face stronger zombies, it would be like delivering themselves to their deaths.
"What?" Ye Zhu was taken aback when she heard that Ye Chen was going to hunt zombies. "How can you do that? It's too dangerous."
Ye Chen gently patted her head, smiling. "Don't worry, I'll be fine. It's late, get some rest." With that, he got up and took the quilt from the large bed to the sofa. "I'll sleep in the living room. If there's any noise, I'll wake up. You sleep in the bedroom."
Ye Zhu was stunned for a moment, looking at him speechlessly. "How can you sleep after such a big thing has happened?"
Ye Chen smiled, thinking to himself, "This is just the beginning..."
The next morning, the sun shone through the window, falling on Ye Chen's face as he lay on the sofa. He slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the bedroom door, and felt a wave of warmth. He used to hide alone somewhere, waiting for dawn to hunt monsters, day after day, like a robot, almost numb.
But now, he was no longer fighting alone...
He smiled, got up, brushed his teeth, washed his face, and put on a coarse cloth shirt. He held a watermelon knife in his hand and a can of gasoline in the pocket of his camouflage pants to prevent dangerous situations like being surrounded by zombies. He also carried a box of matches in his pocket, as it was unwise to light gasoline with a lighter.
After finishing all this, Ye Zhu also woke up. She came out of the room in her white pajamas, stretching lazily. This girl had no sense of the apocalypse. Seeing Ye Chen all dressed up, her eyes lit up, "Brother, you look so handsome!"
Ye Chen almost choked on his water, helplessly looking at her. "Breakfast is in the kitchen. I'm going out, don't wander around."
Ye Zhu giggled and nodded.
Ye Chen smiled wryly. He glanced outside through the peephole on the door. The hallway was still very quiet, with not a single zombie in sight. He pulled the door lock open and stepped out.
"Brother!" Ye Zhu suddenly called out softly.
Ye Chen paused, turning back to look at her in confusion.
Standing by the sofa, Ye Zhu clenched her fists, "Be careful!"
Ye Chen felt a warmth in his heart, smiling as he closed the door.
After Ye Chen left the room, Ye Zhu went to the kitchen for breakfast. After eating, she didn't rest but ran to the center of the living room to do push-ups on the floor.
"Brother, Xiao Zhu will not hold you back!" Ye Zhu's cheeks were covered in sweat, and after doing ten push-ups, her pale arms were trembling. But she gritted her teeth and continued!
After stepping out of the room and locking the door with a "click," Ye Chen left the safety of the room behind him. His smile faded, replaced by a solemn expression. He kept the watermelon knife at his chest, ready to strike at any moment if he encountered zombies. This grip on the knife was a skill only veterans with a decade of doomsday experience like him had. Most newcomers simply held it by their waist, making it impossible to draw quickly when facing zombies...
The quiet hallway was carpeted in dark red. His footsteps were soft, not loud enough to alert any zombies. Ye Chen didn't go far, stopping at the door of the next room on his left.
The door was ajar, with a cool breeze wafting from behind it.
Holding his breath, Ye Chen leaned against the wall, carefully nudging the door open with his foot. As the door swung open like a curtain, the scene inside the room unfolded before his eyes. He barely had time to take a closer look before spotting a young man in elegant clothes, wearing a white checkered hat, standing at the doorway.
As the door opened, the young man slowly lifted his head. Under the hat was a pale face with a few pustules. There were traces of uncleaned blood at the corners of his mouth...
A zombie!
Ye Chen's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't retreat. Instead, he swung the watermelon knife in his hand at the young zombie. Running away would only attract more zombies.
The young zombie's pale green eyes flashed with a violent glint. With a roar, it lunged at Ye Chen like a wild beast. Its fingernails were as sharp as knives, reaching out to attack from both sides.
Ye Chen was very familiar with this attack pattern. An ordinary person would have panicked, after all, there was only one knife, and if they aimed for the zombie's head and missed, they would end up dead under its claws.
Ye Chen remained calm, kicking straight at the zombie's groin, using pushing force. The zombie doubled over, halting its forward lunge. Almost simultaneously, Ye Chen's knife rose like an ascending dragon, thrusting toward the zombie's chin!
Thump!
Blood oozed from the zombie's mouth, likely from its tongue being bitten off by the sudden closure of its jaws.
Ye Chen sighed inwardly. Unfortunately, the watermelon knife didn't have a sharp tip, only a flat edge. Otherwise, the zombie's head would have been pierced through. Without pausing, he kicked again, creating distance.
Ye Chen didn't stop there. He switched his grip on the knife, the blade facing outward, and charged at the zombie. As they neared, the zombie lunged at him.
Ye Chen's eyes were cold. He kicked out, hitting the zombie's left chest. It felt like kicking a high-speed motorcycle; the zombie's strength was three times his!
The kick was quick and precise, withdrawing immediately to avoid the zombie's grasp. Ye Chen also staggered backward from the recoil. The zombie's pounce was momentarily halted by the kick.
A great opportunity!
A fierce light flashed in Ye Chen's eyes. As he withdrew his kicking foot, he swung it around in a sweeping motion, leveraging his body to spin. His previously outward-facing knife swiftly slashed, cutting into the zombie's neck.
Slash!
The knife embedded itself halfway into the zombie's neck before stopping. Ye Chen didn't twist the knife, which would have broken it. He swiftly pulled the knife out, gripping it with his left hand. Squatting down, he executed a sweep kick, tripping the zombie. The kick felt like hitting two steel bars, sending pain through his foot. With no time to think, the zombie's lower body lost balance, and it toppled toward him.
In a critical moment!
Ye Chen seemed to unleash all his potential. With the knife held in a reverse grip by his left hand, his squat position allowed him to flip his body. The blade aimed at the zombie. With all his strength, the knife sliced through the same spot, severing the zombie's head.
Thud!
The head rolled on the ground like a ball, black blood oozing from the neck, emitting a foul stench.
The headless zombie's body continued to thrash about, not immediately dead. Ye Chen wasn't surprised by the zombie's tenacity. Anticipating its persistence, he kicked the zombie's body, sending it flying backward. After a few struggles, the zombie's body finally lay limp on the ground.
Although this recounting seems slow, the entire encounter took less than 30 seconds from meeting the zombie to killing it! Ye Chen didn't pay the dead zombie any more attention. He quickly scanned the room. The room was messy, with bloodstains everywhere. Fortunately, there were no other zombies inside. If two zombies had attacked together, Ye Chen would have been hard-pressed to handle them.
Remember, each zombie was like a strongman, with triple the strength of an ordinary person. Their hands and mouths were deadly weapons, making them formidable foes. An average person encountering even one zombie would be doomed without favorable conditions.
Exhaling softly, Ye Chen closed the door, looking at the zombie's corpse on the floor. With a calm expression, he used his knife to cut open its chest. The internal organs were intact, showing no signs of decay, just blackened. The white bones looked like they were coated in black paint, shiny and dark.
Ye Chen found a bag nearby, using it as a glove to explore the zombie's insides. Besides the blackened organs, he found no "evolutionary meat" and felt a bit disappointed.
"Crack, crack!"
Suddenly, a low chewing sound came from a corner of the room.
Ye Chen was startled, instinctively gripping his watermelon knife. He stood up, looking toward the source of the noise, which came from a corner behind the bed.
Frowning, Ye Chen cautiously approached. Rounding the bed, he saw a little girl in a white dress squatting in the corner, facing the wall, fiddling with something. Her body trembled, evoking pity for her frail figure.
"Little girl," Ye Chen called out.
The girl seemed scared of