He was Lin Fan’s spokesperson.
Work, make money?
That was a given. Living required having sothing to do. How could the apocalypse be any different? If no one worked, where would food and drink co from?
Definitely couldn’t steal—that’s no different than being a thief.
Qi Sheng listened and quickly grasped the old man’s point, watching as the figure disappeared, the Sunshine District’s civilized order maintained just as it was before the apocalypse.
All of a sudden, an image crossed his mind.
The Sunshine District was like a safe haven of civilized order, while the exterior was a panicked wilderness, utterly chaotic.
Streets.
Zombies were his to chop; it was also his job to clean up after.
When he arrived at the garbage dump, seeing it filled to the brim sent him into an indescribable contemplation.
He knew there was another garbage station sowhere. The bodies of the zombies could only be sent there—a bit of a hassle, but at least there was a place to store them.
...
Tenghuang Pharma.
This was a foreign pharmaceutical conglorate with headquarters in Huan City. Many special-effect drugs ca from this company, often priced well beyond what ordinary people could afford.
Even when included in dical insurance, the prices were still high, with the country bearing the punitively expensive costs, solely hoping that ordinary sick people could afford the dications.
Online, Tenghuang Pharma kept a low profile without much buzz. However, once an expert said to beware of Tenghuang’s tactics of suppressing and excluding traditional dicine, gradually eroding its influence in society to eventually monopolize the dostic dical market.
This comnt was quickly deleted, stirring no further ripples.
Beneath Tenghuang Pharma was a research base, secretly constructed in China over the course of decades by the company’s personnel.
A group of foreigners was discussing amongst themselves. The sudden outbreak of the apocalypse had caught them off guard. Fortunately, the research base was secured with nurous safety doors—and since each lab was separate, even if soone turned into a zombie, they wouldn’t escape the lab without entering the password.
"Damn, damn, you bastards, let go!"
A man was restrained on an experintal table.
He roared and struggled. What they said earlier sounded nice—they were supposed to save . Who could have thought that upon arrival here, he would be knocked out, and when he woke up again, he was tied up here.
Looking around at the situation, he was terrified to see that these people had zombies stored as specins.
Upon witnessing the various outbursts of zombies, these foreigners started thinking about whether they could find special genes within the zombies to facilitate modification, to create the ultimate weapon.
Clothed in protective gear, a worker pressed the red button and the syringe automatically advanced, slowly injecting an unknown green fluid into the man.
Everyone observed the various readings on the screens.
In an instant.
There were serious issues with the data across the board.
Bang!
Bang!
The man injected with the unknown fluid convulsed violently, his skin turning a fiery red as if there were flas burning inside him.
A thick, viscous liquid was continuously sprayed from his mouth.
Bang!
An explosion was heard.
The man’s chest where the heart was located burst open, blood spurting everywhere.
For these people, the scene before them was far from satisfactory; all experints up to now had failed. But even so, they had not given up.
That’s how experints were, not ant to succeed at the first go.
"Find, keep looking for survivors," a blond elder spoke in a deep voice.
He was the manager of this experint. He had to uncover the secrets harbored by the zombies. Visions of scenes from "Resident Evil" always hovered in his mind. He truly hadn’t expected zombies to actually exist and was even thinking about finding the key to human evolution within them, to unlock the pathway to humanity’s evolution.
He flipped through the tablet in his hand.
Displayed there were the appearances of various mutant zombies.
"This is definitely a form of evolution. When it reaches its zenith, it will herald the era of humanity ascending to godhood," the light of madness flickered in the eyes of the blond elder.
He already knew this was a global disaster with very few survivors. At first, he tried to reach out, but all attempts to make contact failed. The ergence of the first wave of zombies had caused an imasurable catastrophe to the civilized order.
...
"Tedious chores."
Finally, all the zombies had been transported to the garbage dump.
It was truly exhausting.
But there was no choice, as protecting the environnt was a responsibility shared by all. Moreover, since he had chopped these zombies, who else could be expected to clean up if not him?
Walking on the street, he looked around.
He thought about what the survivor from yesterday had said.
Private military organizations were seeking survivors, and that guy had said such organizations had a clear purpose, and survivors they found would surely end up dead.
So, he wanted to see if this was really the case. Spotting a tall building ahead, he quickened his pace towards it. When he arrived at its base, he bent his legs, and with a loud thump, he leaped upward, clinging to the glass as he soared towards the rooftop.
Through the glass.
He saw zombies staggering inside. The zombies also saw Lin Fan’s figure vanish in the blink of an eye, as if stimulated, they charged at the glass. But the glass quality was too good, unable to break, and they were bounced back instead.
This reminded him of the disaster rescue movies he had watched in the past.
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