Leaving the police station.
Feeling very good.
His footsteps were light as he walked; aningful things didn’t happen often, and Officer Huang was the only hope he’d seen in Huang City outside of Sunshine District.
He never thought of Officer Huang as a zombie, just as he had imagined before: the apocalypse descended, zombies road viciously, too ferocious and domineering for ordinary citizens to contend with. Officer Huang didn’t want to see the peace of Huang City destroyed by the apocalypse, but knew his own weakness. Heartfelt beliefs alone might not fend off the cruel zombies.
In the end, he beca a zombie, sustained by a strong conviction, thereby possessing the sa strength as the zombies.
Hmm... these were all Lin Fan’s thoughts.
He felt certain he was right, it must be so.
It was getting late.
It was ti for lunch; people are iron, food is steel, to accomplish anything, one must fill the stomach first.
Cooking and eating were enjoyable tasks.
Seeing simple ingredients turned into dish after dish of delicious food was a great achievent, satisfying a deep vanity.
Sports goods store.
Passed by.
Turned and walked back, standing at the entrance.
Looking at the various equipnt inside.
Not only were there more and more children in the district, but the adult population was also growing.
Morals, intelligence, fitness, beauty.
Morality is ranked first, followed by intelligence, with fitness and beauty at the end.
Those who could live in the district were morally sound; even the children were being raised with a sense of life and values, a solid moral character, and proper political ideals.
Talented without morals makes one despicable, moral without talent is ordinary, but having both morals and talent makes one a sage of the new era.
Although that’s the saying, in the race for fa and fortune in the new era, even the highest academic institutions often overlook morality, chasing talent alone.
The new order would be intelligence, beauty, fitness, morals.
Lin Fan didn’t want such things to happen; he took the education of the children in the district seriously, valuing both morals and intelligence, and certainly not neglecting physical fitness.
Buying basketballs, and elastic jumping ropes for the girls, how fun they would hop and skip with them.
Paid and left.
Walking on the street with a basketball in hand, bouncing it as he went, thump, thump, thump—the sound echoing through the desolate streets, bringing so different colors to the quiet streets.
Back at Sunshine District.
He saw Yan Nini and Su Xiaoxiao holding iron pipes, standing on a bench, seriously stabbing at the soil in front of them.
"How’s the practice going?" Lin Fan asked with a smile.
Yan Nini and Su Xiaoxiao saw Lin Fan, "We’re practicing. We’ve got the hang of it, though sotis there are deviations. It seems we haven’t grasped the true essence yet."
Lin Fan said, "Take your ti, no need to rush. A balance of work and rest leads to better results. I’ve brought back so basketballs and jump ropes, so when you have ti, you can play with the children. It’s not only relaxing, but also good for fitness."
"Got it, Brother Lin."
"Mhm."
Later, he went to the fishpond, planning to catch a fish and make a fish soup.
In Sunshine District, the fishponds had the most fish, and the Tide River, like Huang City’s mother river, was abundant with fish products.
Being able to fish in the Tide River.
That assured the supply of food, and although ordinary survivors might get sick of eating fish often, as long as they were alive, who would care about such things.
...
A few days later!
"Hello? Anyone there?"
Lin Fan was cleaning up a street, his voice echoing in front of the dirty, quiet street. The zombies that were in front of him had been dealt with; the group wasn’t small, but to him, numbers didn’t determine strength. It was the sight of those evolved zombies that truly shook him.
Silence, absolute silence.
Not a sound to be heard.
He sighed regretfully, having a deep understanding of the state of the apocalypse. There were fewer survivors than he thought. During this ti, he had visited several streets, slightly expanding the cleaned-up area, but regrettably, he hadn’t encountered any survivors.
Not even those who didn’t et Sunshine District’s criteria.
Leaving the street, he headed towards another path.
Walking along.
He saw a van parked ahead, survivors anxiously scanning the surroundings, hastily moving goods from the store into the vehicle. They were startled by Lin Fan’s appearance but continued their work without much concern.
Just one survivor.
Just a single survivor, not sothing they dwelt on, they needed to collect supplies quickly.
"There’s a car, people; a bit of interaction, maybe there’ll be so nice gains," Lin Fan thought, his mood lifting.
He hoped to see the survivors alive. These hurried survivors might be engaging in a no-cost procurent, but he understood and didn’t think it was bad. The real bad things were those harmful survivor actions.
Approaching the van.
Him, with a sword on his back, his unique appearance and calm deanor contrasting starkly with the agitated survivors in this apocalyptic world.
"There’s soone coming."
"As long as it’s not a zombie, it’s fine. We have plenty of people; no need to be afraid. Keep moving, the quicker we finish, the quicker we can get back."
The group of survivors muttered to each other and continued loading.
In the driver’s seat.
He Mingxuan smoked, his gaze deep as he watched the road ahead. He was currently driving a group of survivors to gather supplies, not needing to leave the vehicle himself because he had beco a subordinate of the prison tyrant, Chen Zhiyong.
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