‘Idiot!’ Chu Han cursed in his mind.
Who was it?! The shouting was bound to attract zombies!
‘Stop shouting!’
Chu Han’s eyes shot open. His pupils gleamed with a brutal light, and the savagery contained within them was more than enough to silence any man.
However, a few moments later, the killing intent in his eyes was replaced by a look of astonishment.
There was no dusky sky overhead, and no mangled corpses were in sight. Chu Han couldn’t smell the strong, metallic odor of blood, nor could he hear the zombies’ bestial roars…
Warm sunshine shone through the clear window. There were four beds and one square table. Two university students wearing plaid shirts were chatting animatedly in front of their computers, their hands tapping the keyboard and mouse every so often.
The sight of the room he hadn't seen for ten years shocked Chu Han’s eyes. Dirty clothes littered the floor, and smelly noodle boxes were stacked high, forming a reeking tower. The disorderly mess was nostalgic, and a flood of memories came rushing in.
‘Fang Rong, Deng Weibo... my former college roommates.’
"What’s wrong with you? Did you sleep too much?" Deng Weibo, who was seated opposite Chu Han, raised his head. He was a common-looking fellow with a pair of thick-lensed glasses. Although he had managed to activate his latent supernatural power, he was killed in a zombie attack.
"Chu Han woke up?" Fang Rong asked, his eyes still glued to the monitor. "Just quit, man. You lost again!" Fang Rong pressed Q several times. Chu Han remembered him as a somewhat boorish person, and he, too, had been slain in the same zombie attack.
Chu Han rubbed his eyes hard and attempted to grasp the current situation. An almost inconceivable thought rose up in his mind, causing him to tremble with agitation.
'Could it be... that I have traveled ten years back into the past? Yes, at that time there were no zombies, and the three of them were still alive!'
Fang Rong switched off the computer monitor. "Chu Han," he said, turning to face him, "Deng Weibo and I will leave now. It is almost ten o’clock. Deng, you should hurry up or we'll miss our flight."
'Ten o’clock? Flight?' Chu Han's heart lurched. 'What was the date?'
Chu Han sprang up from the bed and pushed Deng Weibo off the computer. He moved the mouse and clicked the calendar icon on the lower righthand corner.
"What're you doing?" Deng Weibo shouted. "Hey, it's mine!"
Chu Han turned a deaf ear to him. His only focus was the date displayed on the calendar.
10:00 AM, 5/7/2015.
'Damn, it's this late!'
The first phase of the apocalypse would begin tomorrow. At 6 AM, the world would be shrouded in darkness, and the sun would rise at noon. After these six hours, the world would be plunged into chaos. It would take a mere six hours to render humanity's progress obsolete.
Chu Han’s heart pounded wildly. 'There's only one day left!'
"Get lost, man," Deng Weibo said, waving the bag in his hands. "I need to pack up my computer."
Chu Han moved back and restrained the urge to blurt out the real situation. He took a deep breath to calm his anxious heart and said, "I heard that there's a contagious virus going around these days. You guys should tell your families to stockpile as much food and water as they can and stay at home for a while."
"Virus?" Deng Weibo asked skeptically. "Where did you hear that?"
"I heard it on the news." Chu Han knew these two fellows paid no attention to the news.
"You’re concerned about the news?" Deng Weibo smiled and shook his head. "Okay, we should go now!"
"Have a safe trip," Chu Han suppressed the feeling of meeting again after a long time. It was good for them to leave Mingqiu City before the eschatology.
The hometown of Fang Rong and Deng Weibo was Shangjing. They booked the ticket at noon when they finished their final test. Shangjing had a high population and so, many zombies appeared there, but most of them survived with the help of their military prowess. It could be said that it was the safeties city compared to other cities. At the very least, it should last for two years of the eruption.
Hence, Chu Han did not say too much since he knew the rough trajectory in these ten years. They would be safe in the first few years.
There was the other roommate, Fan Hongxuan, who had already returned to his hometown in Nandu. He died after setting off a trap during the first year of the eruption. This event tied a knot within Chu Han’s heart as he was unable to find the culprit who killed him.
There was also a military in Nandu and it was protected by the military when the eruption happened. Chu Han was temporarily at ease, but he must go to Nandu to find Fan Hongxuan and make sure that Fan Hongxuan would not be endangered in this incarnation.
The most important thing was to know the how to survive during the chaos and in doing so, he could become stronger and more powerful. With that, he could protect his brothers from the crisis they’re in. Otherwise, only death awaits.
Surviving was the most critical thing in eschatology.
Fang Rong and Deng Weibo left and the empty dormitory somehow made Chu Han scared.
Ring----
There was a sudden ring from the telephone.
Bang!
Chu Han rejected the phone call and ignored three missed calls on the screen. He quickly dialed his home number.
Du----Du-----
There was a delighted voice of his mother from the phone, "Xiao Han?"
When having listened to the long-lost voice, Chu Han could not help but choke even though he had experienced darkness for ten years with an iron heart. He had lost contact with his parents ever since the eruption of zombies and he could not find them in these ten years.
He did not dare think what had happened…..
He laid down his tension and asked, "Mom, how’s dad doing?"
"He is good. What’s wrong?" his mom knew that there was something wrong with him from his tone.
"Mom, dad, you guys must listen to me!" his tone was so serious that his mom stopping talking.
"My classmate Fang Rong comes from Shangjing. His dad knows some internal message that there is a new virus in the country with strong infectivity. It will kill you once you’re infected. You should prepare food and water at home, the more the better. Go now since the virus has been spread," Han Chu knew that mentioning zombies would be too shocking and his parents would not believe him, so he had to make a lie.
His parents were in Anluo and he was in Mingqiu City. There were neither non-stop train nor non-stop flight. The distance between the two cities was too far. He could not go back to his family in two days, let alone one day, so he only asked them to prepare well to minimize the danger.
Since he had rebirthed, he must go Anluo to find his parents.
"What? What should I do?" It sounded terrible and so his mother was at a loss. She did not doubt Chu Han’s words since there was ** in 2005.
"Mom, keep calm! You and dad should stay at home," Chu Han comforted her immediately, "but food must be well-prepared because we don’t know when they would be gone."
"Okay. We will prepare the food," his mom promised rapidly, "You should be careful. Do you need more money? How about we send you more to prepare for food and water?"
"No. It is enough for me and you should prepare much more. However, you should finish everything today and you must not go out tomorrow. Besides, you should stay in Anluo and wait for me!" Chu Han exhorted his mom since it was too dreadful for his fifty-year-old parents when faced with zombies.
Finishing the phone call, Chu Han cruelly rejected the call which had called again and dialed Fan Hongxuan’s number, repeating the lie. Fan Hongxuan was confused but he still promised to do as said.
After finishing all these, Chu Han wore a coat and checked the cash in his wallet. He headed to the exit quickly as he needed to buy food.
More is better and sooner is greater!
He suddenly stopped after he stepped out of the room to scan the things in the dormitory with sharp eyes. Computer, messy pad and sound box. These things could be sold with a good price. Although not all of them belonged to him, they would be rubbish after the eruption.
His heartbeat started beating faster and faster. It was not the time to rush brainlessly, but to reduce the damage to his families and friends to the minimum. To achieve this, he would need materials and ---weapons!
Chu Han started packing things rapidly and he would only stop until he moved all the valuable things in the dormitory. It had been two hours when he dragged a huge box and walked to the road of Mingqiu University. With the summer sun glaring atop him, he was sweaty all over.
"Where are you going, Chu Han? Don’t you have a test at 12 o’clock?" a person asked in amazement.
Chu Han turned around and he could not identify who that was. He only prevaricated, "I would definitely fail, so I might as well repeat the subject in the next semester."
Test? Who cares about it when the eschatology was coming!
"So you do know your own limitation," there was another voice sounding scornful as he spoke.
Chu Han narrowed his eyes and he saw the man wearing an expensive white T-shirt and fashionable black pants. He could not recognize the brand of the man’s shoes.
To think that he would meet Duan Ming at this moment!
"Duan Ming, your name is so good." Duan Ming, a short-lived man.
Obviously, Duan Ming did not understand Chu Han and he only looked at Chu Han inexplicably.
Chu Han did not give him a spare glance and he continued dragging the box, heading for the gate of the college. The phone that had been set to vibrating mode kept shaking in his pocket.
He found a shop to purchase second-hand electronics and the items were sold for four thousand. There were total five thousand in his hands, including his own one thousand. Chu Han thought rapidly but his memory of the price rate from ten years ago was vague; he was not sure about what he could buy with five thousand.
Firstly, what he needed was a weapon which was the most important one. Zombies would die when their heads were crushed. The weapon must be lethal. It was impossible to get the military hammer and the common hammer was worse than an ax, but an ax would get stuck easily, so it needed someone with a strong technique to use it.
When he entered a weapon shop, the boss knitted his brows subconsciously when seeing the young guy, "We sell custom weapons here and if you are not a customer you should leave."
Chu Han was only a college student and his getup was just ordinary. The boss did not think that Chu Han could afford to buy the commodities in his store.
