Chapter 10: How to Get Rid of the Guy Across!

Chen Tianhu put away his flashlight and shouted towards me, "Hey,young man, help me get out of here, and I'll repay you." He had spent the whole day trying to figure out an escape but was running out of food. So, he decided to seek my help. But my response was the same asto the artist – I closed the curtains and ignored him.

Tang Ying, dressed now, came to the living room and saw me pulling the curtains closed. This time, she wisely didn't suggest that I help Chen Tianhu. Although she thought having a strong ally like him would increase their chances of survival, she held back her thoughts.

Back in the room, I couldn't sleep, haunted by the image of Chen Tianhu fighting the zombies, brains splattering with each swing of his bat. He was a real tough guy, having killed more than a dozen zombies and escaping back upstairs. If I didn't help Chen Tianhu, I'd be making an enemy of him. As the saying goes, a gentleman seeks revenge for a long time, a villain from morning till night. Chen didn't seem like a gentleman, and ignoring him would probably make him hold a grudge.

Tang Ying asked, seeing my troubled expression, "What are you thinking about? You seem upset." She relied on me to survive, so keeping me happy was in her best interest.

"I'm thinking about how to kill the big guy across," I said. Tang Ying was shocked. She couldn't understand why I suddenly wanted to kill someone. The apocalypse might exaggerate the dark side of human nature, but this seemed excessive!

"If I save him, he'll surely not let me off and might even take you away. If I don't save him and he escapes, he definitely won't let me off either." I didn't hide my thoughts.

Tang Ying said, "That doesn't sound like him. I don't think he's that kind of person."

I then asked her if she knew how much our apartments cost per square meter. She didn't, so I told her – 80,000 yuan, at least. "Only two kinds of people can afford such apartments," I said, holding up two fingers. "Those with brains and those who dare to do bad things." Tang Ying couldn't help but smile at my theory, which sounded like resentment towards the rich. But she realized the truth of it – the vast difference between the earnings of an average person and the cost of such an apartment.

She was stunned by my reasoning. Not that she believed Chen Tianhu was a bad person, but she was amazed at my intelligence and rational thinking.

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Night had fallen, and zombies were more active. Suddenly, a loud

thud from outside followed by the zombies' groans and hisses. I quickly got up and picked up my underwear, while Tang Ying also hurriedly dressed. As I opened the curtains, a flashlight beam from the 14th-floorbalcony of building 12 caught my attention. It was from Chen Tianhu.