Chapter 005: Anyone Up for Games?

Browsing the forum, there were few posts. With the zombie outbreak, those who could still be online were practically living on the network.

One post caught his attention.

"Apocalypse Zombie Outbreak, Things to Watch Out For"

He paid serious attention, feeling it might be useful.

"Everyone, I'm a fanatic zombie enthusiast, extremely wealthy. Years ago, I bought a mountain, hollowed it out, and created a secret base just to avoid the apocalypse. Sure enough, I was right, I have everything here—food, and water enough for a lifetime. Of course, those don't matter. What's important is, based on my experience, what you need to pay attention to if you want to keep living."

"Now it's the second day of the zombie outbreak; perhaps some people haven't realized the importance of food. They think they have some supplies that will last them a while, but how long can that last? Zombies will be around for a long time. Food and water will become the most critical supplies. Of course, I'm not worried at all as I have plenty here, but I'm not going to share with you."

"Currently, whether the water sources are potable remains unknown. Nobody is managing the water plants. If a zombie falls into the water source, whether it will contaminate the source is also an unknown, so be cautious."

"If you are a female celebrity or a beautiful woman, be careful. When forming a team, it's best to be wary because at the moment when the apocalypse erupted, order had already collapsed, and many men would want to assault you all. Be careful, seriously."

...

The original poster said a lot.

Lin Fan felt there was some sense in what the original poster said, thinking about the food and water at home, which also wasn't much. He decided he needed to buy some soon, and those replying to the post were all asking for the original poster's location, wanting to live with him.

He read the replies.

"Great God, my butt is so white, can you tell me the location? I want to come and rely on you."

"Big brother, I'm eighteen this year, fair and pretty. My best friend and I live together; can you come and take us to live in the mountains? We can act as your main and second wives, you know."

"Fuck you, do you have any sympathy, showing off here as if you're something grand? If I find out where you are, I'll feed you to the zombies."

"Above, keyboard warrior."

Lin Fan noted the number of replies to the post was surprisingly high.

There must have also been a lot of survivors.

He casually posted as well.

"Is there a match for LOL?"

Suddenly, comments exploded.

"Match your mom, what the hell are you doing at a time like this, are you sick?"

"OP, you're so calm, still thinking about playing games? Are you like that original poster, do you have a secret base? Please, share, after all, we're all humans, let's help each other out."

"Fuck, there are zombies banging on my door for hours, what should I do? I need a self-rescue method, please."

Reading the replies.

Lin Fan responded to the one asking for a share.

"I live in Sunshine District, Building 2, Unit 2."

He was willing to help others.

Especially those in need.

But the response he received was disheartening.

"Screw you..."

Lin Fan felt helpless, wondering why they didn't believe him, what he said was true.

Gradually, the number of replies decreased; they probably got devoured by zombies.

The game matchmaking took forever, with no success.

He looked at the clock, it was already ten o'clock.

In the past, on holidays, he would stay home, playing on the computer, then go out to buy groceries and cook. It wasn't that he didn't want to go out, he just didn't know where to go.

Although he was from Huang city, he was quite a loner, usually by himself.

He had never been in a relationship, not that he didn't want to, but because no one showed interest in him, living a solitary and lonely life, his livelihood entirely on his own efforts.

Carrying a kitchen knife, he went out to buy groceries.

He opened the security door; it was very quiet, no movements.

The hallway and elevator were impeccably clean.

If any neighbors saw it, they certainly would have praised him.

At the entrance of the Sunshine District, a fat woman with spread legs and a tilted head stood there.

Her silhouette seemed familiar, probably Mrs. Wang.

"Mrs. Wang, going to buy groceries? What are you standing there for?" Lin Fan called out amicably.

His voice startled Mrs. Wang, who suddenly turned around. Her half-eaten face was a bloody mess, an eyeball dangled, and she lurched toward him with a primal ferocity, screeching as she attacked.

"Alas."

Lin Fan sighed, swinging the cleaver in his hand, and with a squelch, split her head in half.

[Zombie Killed]

[Points +1]

They were all acquaintances from the district.

Even if they turned into zombies, he was willing to coexist with them peacefully if possible.

Whether you wanted to be a person or a zombie was a personal choice; others had no right to interfere.

Carrying Mrs. Wang, he headed to the garbage bin and dumped her in.

Being able to kill zombies wasn't just because the cleaver was sharp but also because his strength had increased.

It felt just like chopping vegetables, not difficult at all.

The market was close by, just near the Sunshine District.

Lin Fan strolled out of the district with his shopping basket, unworried.

From the next building, a pair of eyes peered through a window, watching Lin Fan leave the district in shock.

"Aming, I just saw someone carrying a cleaver leaving the district." The woman, in her twenties, looked pale and filled with fear due to the zombie outbreak.

Inside, a man lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. He and the woman were a couple. Waking up and opening his eyes, everything had changed. Through the peephole, he saw the terrifying zombies staggering around, occasionally bumping into the door.

In such times, a security door was a marvelous invention.

Hearing the woman's voice, Aming hurriedly got up and went to the balcony. Looking out the window, when he saw, he could only catch a glimpse of a departing figure.

"Aming, do you think our district is free from zombies and already safe?" Li Hong gripped Aming's hand, asking hopefully.

"How could that be? If there were no zombies, what would be standing outside our door?" Aming's mood was somber, considering it a miracle they hadn't gone mad yet.

When it all started, he had called his family, relatives, and friends. Some phones were off, others picked up but before he could speak, he could hear screams from the other side.

He knew he had doomed them; the ringtone of the phone had attracted the zombies' attention, leading to their massacre.

"This damn thing is nothing like I imagined. Why are the zombies in movies so slow and seem dumb? Why are these zombies so fast and have such keen hearing?"

Aming complained, wishing for those slow-moving zombies; he would have already charged out with his cleaver.

He knew the zombies' weakness—decapitate them. Hitting anywhere else was useless, maybe a slash on their arm.

Then, a zombie would likely knock him down and bite him to death.

Streets.

All around, it was desolate, no zombies in sight. Even if there were, they just stood still, scattered around the shops.

Silly, dumb.

Such zombies were quite friendly and coexisted peacefully.

In the distance, there were sounds of car collisions, explosions, and shrieks.

It was probably some survivor attempting a breakout.

In his opinion, the chances of successfully breaking out were not high. The noise made was significant enough to totally enrage the unfriendly zombies. Even with a car, the sheer numbers would make it impossible.

Soon, the sounds of explosions and collisions ceased.

Tranquillity was restored.