Chapter 1 is he a lunatic?

Misty drizzle floated in the gloomy sky, falling on the devastated ruined walls, washing away the dark black blood stains that had long since dried up in vain.

A young man with a longbow walked slowly in the rain, his slightly youthful face showing a calmness incompatible with his age. The stars under his sword-like eyebrows seemed invisible to the abandoned vehicles on the road, as he moved forward straight, as if peering through the rain curtain to the unknown road ahead.

"Boom!"

There was a crisp gunshot. The young man frowned slightly, pausing in his steps. After a moment of hesitation, he changed direction and walked towards the source of the gunshot.

He knew there was a small survival camp there, probably housing less than two hundred people, and this gunshot only indicated one thing - an attack by zombies.

He guessed right. Two kilometers away from the young man's position, a life-and-death battle raged on. According to the current situation, the term "life-and-death" mostly belonged to the zombie camp.

"Damn it! Which idiot fired the gun? Do you want to attract more zombies? If you don't want to live, just go out, but don't jeopardize us!" A thin man stood on the fence, surrounded by abandoned vehicles and construction waste, yelling at the wall.

"Skinny monkey, have you no sense? I'll end you with another word." A fat man poked his head out of the only solar-powered truck in the camp, cursing.

The skinny monkey recoiled at the words, realizing only the fat man in the camp currently held firearms. Other expedition members with firearms were out scavenging for food and supplies.

"Liu Qiang! Quick! Over there!" Fatty Sun spotted a zombie climbing the fence and shouted.

"Quick! I have a few more people here! This side is about to be overrun!" A middle-aged man of about 40 responded, piercing the head of a zombie with his spear and shouting.

"I can't hold on! Why hasn't the expedition team returned?"

"They only went out yesterday; they might not make it back today. We're finished."

"What do we do then? Should we run? We can't stop so many zombies."

"Run where? Surrounded as we are? We'll die together! Better to die free!"

The camp descended into chaos.

"Look! Someone's out there!" The Skinny Monkey pointed outside the camp and shouted. Then, seeming to remember something, he waved and shouted, "Help! We have plenty of supplies here. We'll repay you if you save us!"

"Yes! Save me, and I'll give you everything I have!" A woman shouted.

"Save me, and I'll give you all my food!" A ragged man yelled.

"Save me! My father is XX! Then..."

The camp members, upon hearing Skinny Monkey's cries, made promises, whether feasible or not, as if the person in front of them could easily dispatch the two hundred besieging zombies.

A lone figure stood outside the camp, the youthful teenager. He looked at the group of zombies outside, then at his quiver. It seemed he was calculating the possibility of dispatching them. He shook his head, realizing the gap between the twenty-five arrows in his quiver and the two hundred zombies ahead.

As he shook his head, he felt the wound on his left foot throbbing again. Pulling up his trousers, he inspected the blackened bite mark on his ankle. With a wry smile, he muttered:

"A bite or a few bites, does it matter? Forget it! One last fight with these creatures, maybe I'll join their ranks in the future. Today... maybe it's Ouyang Feng's final battle."

He reached for the longbow behind him, drawing three arrows. In a flash, the arrows left the string, finding their mark in five zombies - two arrows hitting simultaneously.

As Ouyang Feng continued, arrows flew like locusts. Within moments, over 20 zombies fell. He then picked up a glass bottle, hurling it into the air and smashing it with his fist.

The camp fell silent. Liu Qiang, holding a spear, looked at the zombies with arrows in their heads, then at the forty-plus people lying around. He murmured to himself, "Could he be... the madman?"

Information surfaced in Liu Qiang's mind: "Madman", real name Ouyang Feng, main member of the Green Island Survival Base's expedition team, proficient in archery...

A clear glass shattering jolted Liu Qiang back to reality. Ouyang Feng, retracting his fist, drew a dagger from his waist and leaped forward, dispatching a zombie.

Liu Qiang realized Ouyang Feng's rapid shooting had reduced the besieging zombies by nearly one-fifth. Now only a dozen zombies remained, with others drawn by the glass-breaking sound.

"Quickly deal with these zombies, then flank the others from the rear!" Liu Qiang muttered.

His companions hesitated.

"Don't you hear me? Hurry!" Liu Qiang grew anxious, about to repeat himself, when something pressed against his head.

"Liu Qiang! Stay put! Think you can sneak up from behind? Want to lure the zombies back to kill us all?"

Fatty Sun's gun pointed at Liu Qiang's head. He then gestured towards the young man fighting zombies and whispered, before turning to the dozen zombies about to breach the camp wall:

"Skinny Monkey! Take a few and watch these zombies. Keep them out. And tell the camp to keep quiet if they want to survive."

The Skinny Monkey nodded, organizing a team to the wall...

After hearing Fatty Sun's instructions, Liu Qiang grabbed his spear and stood tall.

"What do you think you're doing?" Fatty Sun tensed.

"Hmph! If you won't, I'll do it myself!" Liu Qiang snorted.

"Dare you!" Fatty Sun pushed the gun forward.

"Haha! I might not draw zombies over, but I know if you shoot, you will." Liu Qiang glanced back at Fatty Sun contemptuously before charging towards the zombies besieging Ouyang Feng.

"Brother Qiang!" A young man in his twenties watched Liu Qiang leave, anxious.

"Quiet! If you want to go, jump off. Don't stand here yelling," Fatty Sun snapped.

The young man stared at Liu Qiang, clenching his fists before finally sitting on the ground, crying silently.

Meanwhile, the zombies around Ouyang Feng had halved. Despite his agility, the pressure was still immense. But seeing Liu Qiang's sacrifice, a smile crept onto Ouyang Feng's face. With renewed vigor, his dagger danced among the remaining zombies.

Liu Qiang felt his steps grow heavier. Not a fighter, he was just an ordinary person with slightly above-average strength. Previous battles had drained him. Encouraging himself, he pressed on, knowing any pause meant becoming zombie food.

"Almost done? No! How much longer can I hold on? Has the madman cleared them all? Can he escape?" Liu Qiang wondered, panting. He stopped yelling; exhaustion had taken over.

Pump! Stepping on something, Liu Qiang's legs gave out. As he fell, he saw a zombie leaping at him. Darkness enveloped him as he became lost