Sunshine District.
Lin Fan strolled leisurely out of the district, observing the quiet streets outside. The present stillness stood in stark contrast to the liveliness of the past.
The streets used to be bustling.
Crowds flitted about, their laughter and chatter filling the air.
Now, they appeared desolate.
"The shops along the street are so ssy, I should buy more food to keep at ho this ti."
Heading towards the supermarket.
He was reluctant to engage too much with zombies, mainly due to their unfriendliness, but he wasn’t afraid of them.
Owning Frostmourne, he certainly knew how to defend himself.
Walking, walking.
Chirp chirp!
Listening closely, it seed to be the sound of a bird.
He saw a little bird struggling on the ground, trying to flap its wings and get up.
"What a poor little bird."
Lin Fan cradled the bird in his hands, looked up, and spotted a nest in the tree branches. After a brief contemplation, he understood that this unfortunate little bird had just hatched and accidentally fallen from its nest.
"You’re lucky to have bumped into . If it were soone else, you might have ended up as a skewer."
Climbing the tree, he placed the bird back in the nest, jumped down from the tree, dusted off his hands, and considered it a minor issue.
It was a simple act.
Anyone with a bit of kindness would have done the sa.
Listening closely, he could hear the faint chirping of the bird.
It must be saying,
"Thank you kindly sir."
Hehe...
Supermarket.
Upon arriving at the supermarket, the inside was ssier than before, and he wondered what had happened here after he left.
Pushing the shopping cart, he casually strolled around.
In this post-apocalyptic world, snacks and frozen foods were relatively easy to preserve.
Vegetables and at had rotted away over ti.
Passing by the snack area.
Potato chips, chocolate, fizzy sodas.
"So many snacks."
He just looked, not intending to buy any. Despite having a job with a seemingly decent salary, considering he had to support ngng, saving money seed prudent.
Formula and diapers are quite expensive.
Suddenly.
There was so noise.
He saw a zombie. If it had been just any zombie, he probably wouldn’t have reacted much, but all the unfriendly zombies he had encountered since the apocalypse had all been slain by him.
But this particular zombie was dressed in a police uniform.
"Truly a dedicated police officer, must have co to patrol the supermarket to see if anyone was shoplifting," mused Lin Fan to himself.
He didn’t initiate an attack.
Instead, he waited quietly.
"Officer, I pay for my groceries, I am a good person," Lin Fan said.
He didn’t want any misunderstandings.
It was better to clarify in advance.
With the officer’s keen perception, he could surely tell that Lin Fan was a citizen who, even in the face of the apocalypse, would still pay for his purchases. On streets devoid of vehicles, he would wait obediently at red lights, abiding by the law.
Roar!
Rather than lunging at Lin Fan like mad dogs, as other zombies had, this one twisted its neck, sniffing the air and taking slow steps towards him.
Lin Fan did not strike.
He just watched.
The police zombie continued to draw closer, the distance between them now rely the length of a head.
He chose to trust the police zombie before him.
Of course.
If it really charged at him, he believed in his speed, certain he could protect himself in a short ti, so fast that even the zombie wouldn’t be able to react.
Sniff! Sniff! Sniff!
The zombie kept sniffing, as if it was slling so kind of scent.
"Do I sll?" Lin Fan was very puzzled, slling his clothes. There was no odor; he did wash them, so it shouldn’t be a sweat sll.
"Officer, I bought so dumplings, wontons, and other food. I’ll go to the checkout later, and I definitely won’t partake in zero-cost shopping."
"Usually, I also like to help others. For instance, if there are criminals, I will take them down if I can ensure my own safety, and then hand them over to the police station."
Lin Fan muttered to the zombie.
If any survivor saw this, they would definitely exclaim, WTF... There’s a crazy guy with a screw loose talking to a zombie, saying so really stupid things.
But what was even more terrifying... the zombie didn’t bite him.
Perhaps it didn’t sll anything.
The zombie sidestepped Lin Fan and staggered forward.
"Goodbye." Lin Fan waved his hand.
Swish!
The zombie turned its head, stared fiercely at Lin Fan once again who sniffed then continued forward, ignoring Lin Fan.
"It seems I was mistaken before, not all zombies are unfriendly."
Lin Fan thought about the zombies he had killed recently, wondering if any were like this one. As he pondered, he concluded absolutely not.
He rembered clearly, those zombies were very unfriendly, definitely not like this kind.
Having realized this,
he continued shopping at the supermarket.
Much later,
he pushed his cart to the cashier, unpacked his purchases, scanned their prices, and paid—these were all normal activities.
He didn’t buy much this ti.
So, he didn’t need to push the cart back.
Carrying a full bag happily, he headed toward Sunshine District. As he left the supermarket, he encountered the police zombie he had just left behind.
He nodded quite friendly.
But unexpectedly, the police zombie ca up to him again and started sniffing.
"I have the receipt, no free shopping," Lin Fan waved his receipt, proving he had paid.
Perhaps the police zombie understood what he said.
It shuffled away leisurely.
Watching it leave, Lin Fan felt a surge of safety. Look at how diligently it patrolled to ensure that criminals had nowhere to hide. Despite having checked previously, it checked again.
Only such an enduring check could let a criminal escape.
The breeze was cool. As Lin Fan walked in the streets, he often looked up at the sky and wondered if it was just his imagination, but he felt the sky seed bluer, more beautiful.
It might really be due to the lack of emissions.
He took several deep breaths, truly fresh.
Suddenly,
he stopped.
"This seems to be the governnt building."
He saw the flagpole nearby with the national flag hanging down.
After thinking a mont,
he walked toward the flagpole but saw the national flag covered in dust. He picked it up and dusted it off.
"Ah, what a nuisance this apocalypse is."
He carefully cleaned it, and monts later, seeing the national flag clean, he hoisted it up.
He saluted it as he watched.
In his mind, he recalled that phrase.
Do you think what is raised is rely a piece of red cloth? It represents twenty-eight years of revolution, the sacrifices of twenty million people. No matter what, even in an apocalypse,
he would let the national flag flutter in the wind, signifying that even in an apocalypse, there must be hope. As long as one strives hard, we can definitely overco the apocalypse and reclaim the glory of Huang City.
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