Chapter 1: The Walking Dead

　　Uh, a strange ceiling.

　　Hu Sheng blinked, lifted the quilt, propped himself up, and looked around.

　　"What happened to me? Did I fall asleep while watching a TV series?"

　　He found himself sleeping in a strange bedroom with high-end decoration. The surroundings were in a mess, with many clothes in a mess and no one tidying them up. A black pistol was quietly placed on the nightstand beside the bed, with half a box of ammunition next to it.

　　This is a real gun.

　　Looking at the brand new pistol, Hu Sheng's head twitched.

　　He remembered that last night, he had watched the finale of "The Walking Dead". Thinking of those tragic deaths of characters and the various stupid operations of those stupid screenwriters, he slammed the table in anger.

　　Then, his favorite bottle of happy water fell over, onto the socket under the table, and onto his flip-flops.

　　Then, the accident happened and he was electrocuted.

　　Numbness, itching and pain.

　　The intense pain quickly overwhelmed his consciousness.

　　Um, I think I'm dead?

　　What a fucking bad luck.

　　As he thought about it, Hu Sheng's face turned pale and the corners of his eyes twitched involuntarily.

　　He is 38 years old this year. He is the only son in the family. He has had several failed relationships and has not found the person to marry. After struggling for more than ten years, he finally became an executive of a company and lived a well-off life with an annual salary of hundreds of thousands.

　　Unfortunately, his parents died young due to illness, and he had no other brothers or sisters, so he had no relatives to share this success with him.

　　Thinking about it this way, apart from a few close friends and relatives, there is actually not much in this world worth his lingering for.

　　Thinking about this, Hu Sheng was a little absent-minded.

　　At this moment, a huge amount of information suddenly flooded into his brain, accompanied by a tearing pain in his brain, and the memory of a doctor named Leon Custer flashed through his mind at a rapid speed.

　　Damn, it hurts.

　　It was like having a hot iron stuck in it.

　　This pain lasted for more than ten minutes. Hu Sheng gritted his teeth and slowly stopped struggling.

　　Which great god is playing tricks on me?

　　He opened his eyes and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

　　Damn, it hurts more than giving birth.

　　Hu Sheng raised his right hand and placed it in front of his eyes. Sure enough, it was not the arm he remembered. It had white skin, thick hair, strong muscles, and a diamond-studded Rolex watch on his wrist, shining brightly.

　　The time above shows 11:00 AM.

　　He is truly a rich second-generation. This watch alone must cost hundreds of thousands of dollars, enough for his salary for two years.

　　Through his memory and the information in his brain, Hu Sheng has confirmed that his current body belongs to Leon Custer, 26 years old, a doctor in King County, Atlanta, Georgia.

　　The current time is June 9, 2010, and one month has passed since the disaster broke out.

　　Today, all parts of the world have fallen under the attack of zombies. Countless people have died and mutated, and the streets are crowded with those monsters.

　　Speaking of which, Dr. Leon was extremely unlucky. His parents died in the early stages of the disaster. After receiving the news, Leon was so sad that he developed a low fever after drinking a lot of alcohol. After resting at home for a few days, he sadly discovered that most of the neighbors around him had mutated into horrible zombies.

　　What's even more tragic is that Dr. Leon lives on the sixth floor, which is the top floor of the apartment building. There is no elevator here. If he wants to leave the apartment, he must leave through the stairwell, and the stairwell is already crowded with at least a dozen zombies.

　　All his relatives have passed away and there is no hope of escape. After a period of suffering, the young doctor did not want to endure any more pain, so he drank a large amount of sleeping pills last night and ended his life in his sleep.

　　Hu Sheng got up and went to the bathroom. He looked at the standard handsome white face in the mirror and let out a breath.

　　As an old fan of "The Walking Dead", although he likes this American TV series very much, it is absolutely impossible for him to voluntarily give up his past peaceful life and come to this tragic doomsday world.

　　But, things have come to this point, and no one can change it.

　　Well, face it positively.

　　Hey friend, thank you for your body.

　　Hu Sheng murmured in a low voice, hypnotizing himself. He patted his still pale and sickly face and spoke to the mirror.

　　"Then, let me try my best to live as Leon Custer."

　　"In this fucked up world, leave no regrets."

　　As a time traveler, he has his own trump cards compared to ordinary people struggling to survive.

　　Leon closed his eyes and silently felt the abnormality in his body. Around his heart, there was a ball of strange energy. As his heart beat, strands of energy split out, merged into his blood, and flowed throughout his body.

　　He didn't know what it was, and could only guess that it might be some kind of higher-level energy.

　　This is the world's gift to him. This energy can make his body more resilient and explosive, make him immune to various toxins and germs, and gradually strengthen his body over time.

　　Even if bitten by a zombie, he will not be infected by the virus.

　　To him, those horrific zombies were more like huge groups of hungry beasts.

　　Although this ability is amazing, it is also a secret that must be kept. If it is leaked, it will definitely bring him endless troubles.

　　To him, humans and guns are the most dangerous enemies.

　　After adjusting his mindset, Leon searched his apartment carefully.

　　There weren't many supplies found, just a few bottles of beer, some drinking water, a few bars of chocolate, some bread, and a Browning pistol with a box of thirty bullets.

　　Leon smacked his lips. This little bit of food was not enough to fill his teeth.

　　Obviously, as a single man, Mr. Lyon did not have much stored supplies, and most of the food had been basically used up during his previous illness.

　　Perhaps it was because of this that the young man chose to commit suicide.

　　Leon sighed in his heart. It seemed that he had to break out today. Otherwise, without food, he would starve to death here.

　　Picking up the black Browning pistol and filling the magazine, Leon examined it carefully. In the original owner's memory, this was the adult gift his father gave him.

　　Mr. Lyon is not good at shooting. He has only attended a few shooting training courses and can only barely shoot within ten meters without missing the target.

　　However, this gentleman is still ambitious and does not participate in those decadent entertainments. He prefers various competitive sports. Due to long-term training, his physical fitness is more flexible and stronger than ordinary people.

　　In today's world, this is a huge advantage.

　　Fortunately, it is not my original body, otherwise, with that sub-healthy body that gets out of breath after running a few steps, it would be really difficult to survive in this world.

　　Leon put the pistol into the gun bag on his waist, ate all the remaining food without hesitation, and drank two bottles of beer in a row. These could only barely fill his stomach. The special energy in his body made Leon stronger and also increased his appetite.

　　When hungry, he cannot exert his full fighting power and must eat more food to meet his body's needs.

　　After searching for a while, Leon found a wooden baseball bat with a signature in the corner of the closet. He didn't know what kind of wood it was made of, but it was both light and sturdy.

　　I was delighted, because this is a powerful close combat weapon.

　　You know, the zombies in the world of "The Walking Dead" are very sensitive to sound. If you use a pistol, it will easily attract other zombies around and put yourself in a dead end by being surrounded.

　　There is no such concern when using cold weapons, as it saves ammunition and does not make too much noise.

　　Leon found some long nails and metal wires in the kitchen. According to the method in the movie, he installed the nails and wrapped the metal wires around them. He successfully made a very lethal metal mace.

　　He picked up the bat, changed into a pair of sports-friendly jeans and a sweatshirt, and practiced simulating swings hundreds of times in the living room until he was confident that he could face the zombies' attacks head-on.

　　It's time to fight the zombies.

　　Just think of it as hunting wild boars.

　　Leon took a deep breath.

　　He was not planning to attack the zombies in the stairwell directly; that was something only a fool would do.

　　Although you are not afraid of the zombie virus, your life will still be in danger if a few pieces of flesh are bitten off and you bleed too much.

　　Holding the mace in his hand, Leon held his breath and listened close to the door, but heard no strange sound.

　　After confirming again and again, he tiptoed to open the door and pulled it slowly so that the door did not make excessive noise. After making sure that he was not discovered, Leon leaned out to take a look.

　　Fortunately, the corridors on the sixth floor were empty and there were no zombies wandering around.

　　That's right, if there were zombies near the gate, the original owner, Mr. Leon, would not have been able to live so peacefully during this period.

　　Leon let out a sigh of relief. If possible, no one would be willing to face danger.

　　He half-crouched and did not move towards the stairs.

　　King County is just a small county with a population of less than 10,000. Most American families prefer to live in single-family villas. Apartment-style houses like Lyon are only popular among young people without families.

　　He remembered that there were only five households on each floor. Counting up the stairs, the Lyon family was the second one, and the total population of this floor should not exceed ten people.

　　The third house on the right is his neighbor, an employee of a securities company. His name seems to be Bob, a middle-aged bald man who lives alone. I don't know if he is dead now.

　　After sneaking for about ten meters, Bob's door appeared in front of him.

　　Leon tried pushing it, but it didn't move at all. It must have been locked from the inside.

　　Wish him luck.

　　Leon thought about it and didn't knock on the door, but chose to move on.

　　He didn't want to make any noise outside the door, so as not to attract zombies from other places. Hunger and weakness were still tormenting him, preventing him from exerting his normal strength.

　　After sneaking for nearly ten meters, another open door appeared in front of him.

　　Leon recalled that there seemed to be a divorced mother and daughter living here. The two sides had no intersection and he had even forgotten what each other looked like.

　　But come to think of it, if the door is wide open like this, either no one is home or the person inside is dead.

　　I just don't know if there are still zombies in here.

　　Leon tightened the mace in his hand, bent his body, and walked into the room.

　　(The main content of this book is to develop power, farm, and gather survivors. The strength of the protagonist is not very important, and it is not an invincible book.)

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