[Killing Zombies]
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"Why do you have to be so unfriendly? It really makes unhappy."
Lin Fan flicked the dark blood off Frost Mourning with a sense of helplessness. Although it was the end of the world, he still hoped that everyone, be they human or zombie, would retain so rationality and not act too rashly.
The world hadn't been destroyed yet.
Haven't they learned anything from nine years of compulsory education?
Even if only one person remains, morals can't be discarded.
He headed toward the real estate agency to help Li i and her daughter find a house.
In recent years, Huang City had developed quite well. A large number of people from other places had flooded in, contributing to the city's growth. Consequently, the housing market was hot, and prices were continually rising. For ordinary people, buying a house in Huang City was sowhat difficult.
However, when it ca to rentals, older neighborhoods were the top choice.
Good value for money.
Soon, he returned to his own district, where there was a real estate agency right next door.
Lin Fan carried his sword without bothering the zombies in the distance. Of course, if a zombie ca looking for trouble, he would defend himself.
'Xinfeng Real Estate'
He knew the owner of this agency; his na was Gu Wen, a very young and handso guy. He heard that Gu had made his way from the countryside and had established his own business at a young age, which was truly admirable.
He had seen Gu Wen's girlfriend.
A woman in her forties.
The mont he saw Gu Wen's girlfriend, he believed that love existed in this world, and that it knew no age. The couple seed deeply in love; he would often see Gu cuddled up in his girlfriend's arms, acting coy. Occasionally, he would also display his masculinity by publicly kissing his girlfriend.
They were the envy of others.
Now that the apocalypse had co, he wondered how the boss and his girlfriend were faring.
Standing at the doorway, he looked at the housing information displayed outside.
"Garden District, tenth floor, two bedrooms and one living room, 2300/month."
That was the neighboring district.
He kept looking.
"Sunshine District, Building 3, fifth floor, two bedrooms and one living room, 2000/month."
It wasn't in his building. He had to keep searching. The price wasn't very affordable; since he was helping soone find a place, he definitely needed to find sothing cheap and close to him.
It was dangerous outside.
Zombies road everywhere.
When people asked him for help, they hoped to be closer for safety. Considering how strong he had beco, slashing zombies was like chopping vegetables—swift slashes resulting in a fierce onslaught.
His ferocity was terrifying.
"Finding a place is so hard."
Lin Fan scratched his head, feeling a bit helpless.
Creak!
He carefully read the housing information at the door when the glass door of the real estate agency was pushed open.
"Eh, boss, you're here? Where's your girlfriend?" Lin Fan looked up and recognized the once handso boss who had turned into a zombie, even though zombies looked quite hideous after transformation.
But the young, handso boss still retained his good looks; only his face was very pale, his eyes dull and actions a bit stiff.
Handso indeed.
"Boss, I'm here to look at houses for soone else. I'd like sothing in the sa building as mine, sothing cheap would be good."
"Although you've beco a zombie, we were friends before. Please don't attack ; I really don't want to have to strike you."
Lin Fan felt a bit helpless, knowing that what he said was pointless.
"Roar..."
From the real estate boss's throat ca a low growl, exuding a primitive ferocity.
Splat!
The sword glinted, and with a downward slash, Lin Fan split the attractive real estate boss in two. The black blood spurted out, staining the ground red.
"Ah!" Lin Fan sighed, feeling slightly saddened and unsure of what to say.
The end of the world was truly detestable.
"Sorry, boss," he said softly.
He stood at the entrance; there was no one inside the agency. Then he walked in, having not found a suitable housing option outside; there should be one inside.
Several computer desks inside held flyers.
"Eh..."
A piece of information caught his attention.
"Sunshine District, Building 2, Unit 2, Room 804, two bedrooms and one living room, 1800/month."
He had finally found a suitable option, exactly what he had in mind. The mother and daughter should be pleased.
As he recalled, an elderly person who had passed away a few months earlier had lived upstairs, and it seed the room had been vacant since then.
The hoowner's phone number is listed above.
"Alright, I've finally found it." Lin Fan said with a tinge of excitent, taking out his mobile phone and dialing the hoowner's number.
Dudu.
Atop a high-rise rooftop, a group of people huddled together, their faces stricken with terror.
The apocalypse had arrived so suddenly, but fortunately, their complex was upscale, with controlled access at the ground level, not anyone could just waltz in. After so struggle, they had finally cleared the building of zombies.
Whenever they had nothing else to do, the group would watch the sky from the rooftop, hoping for rescue. Seeing a helicopter would be the best.
Unfortunately, they hadn't seen so much as a ghost in days.
Buzz buzz!
At that mont, a middle-aged man's phone vibrated.
He hadn't discarded his phone; for modern people, being without a phone was akin to being a walking corpse.
With the ringtone blaring.
The middle-aged man's face turned pale as if he thought of sothing. He quickly looked at the caller ID, treating every incoming call as a potential rescue signal.
Upon answering the call, the sound from the other end left him stunned.
"Hello, Mr. Chen, about the house you have listed with Xinfeng Real Estate, I'd like to ask if I could rent it from you?"
Click!
Chen Gang angrily hung up the phone. Who in the world was playing this kind of joke at a ti like this? Were they blind, unable to see what the outside world had turned into?
Real estate agency.
"What's the matter?" Lin Fan asked, puzzled, before dialing the number again.
"Fuck your mother." The call connected and the other side cursed.
"Mr. Chen, why would you curse at ? I just want to rent a house," Lin Fan asked calmly, unfazed by the other's rage. He could understand; maybe the dire situation had affected his mood.
"Get lost."
And the line was cut again.
"Sigh, people are really irritable these days," Lin Fan said helplessly.
This ti, before Lin Fan could speak, the other party did.
"You son of a bitch, what do you want?"
Lin Fan calmly replied, "Mr. Chen, I truly am interested in renting your place, no need to be so aggressive."
"Haha, fine, I'll rent it to you. I'm on the rooftop of Fangji International, building number three. Co over now," Chen Gang said angrily, his long exposure to the apocalypse had left him ntally strained with bloodshot eyes.
Click!
"Brother Chen, what's going on?"
A survivor in his twenties with short hair asked. Anyone living here had to be wealthy.
His parents were influential— one in governnt, the other in business—allowing him to live here at such a young age.
Soone like him wouldn't casually refer to others as "Brother." But he did now because he was weak.
Chen Gang, on the other hand, was strong and burly. In these apocalyptic tis, he was naturally soone formidable.
"Just an idiot," Chen Gang muttered.
The young man pulled Chen Gang aside and whispered after sneaking a glance at the other survivors whose ntal states were deteriorating, "Brother Chen, I've calculated, the supplies we've collected will last us at most half a month."
Chen Gang frowned, "You an..."
Speaking quietly, the young man said, "There are fifteen of us, Brother Chen, including those four old people. I think we should get rid of them right away."
Chen Gang looked at the four elders, two couples.
When the apocalypse had just begun, surviving people did not consider food resources a major issue, but later, they realized that food was critical to their survival.
Being a wealthy community, no one stocked much food at ho; everyone wanted to eat the freshest food prepared by housekeepers. Of course, the most stored item was alcohol, but alcohol couldn't stave off hunger.
When they felt helpless, it was these two elderly couples who told them that they had a lot of food stored and that it could be shared with everyone to overco this difficult ti together.
Chen Gang was ruthless, even if the food was donated by them, what did it matter? Everyone wanted to live, no one wanted to die.
The young man continued softly, "Once we deal with the old folks, we can kill off the n. As for won, kill the ugly ones and only keep the pretty ones. After all, who knows when this situation will end? At least we can have so fun."
"It's not easy to deal with this in the open because they might not agree," replied Chen Gang.
Hehe, Brother Chen, leave this to . I'll handle it," the young man said with a hint of madness. His plan was simple: kill off these people and then kill Chen Gang afterward so that all the supplies would be his.
He didn't want to die after seeing the terrifying zombies; he'd beco completely hopeless.
Accustod to a life of indulgence, he could neither outrun nor match the strength of the zombies. If caught, death was the only outco.
As for how to get everyone to agree,
He wasn't worried in the slightest.
After the tornt of these tis, none were quite human anymore; darkness had already taken root in their hearts, especially among those of status and wealth in society. They were all ruthless.
As long as one could live a little longer, anything was possible.
Even if in doing so, they had to act against their conscience,
They would still find a justifiable reason, convincing themselves.
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