If it were before, Yasin might not have noticed such a subtle movent.
But now, his senses had beco much sharper.
Even the slightest disturbance quickly caught his attention!
When Yasin turned his head toward the window where he sensed movent, he vaguely caught sight of a pair of large black pupils disappearing in a flash.
"Is anyone there?" Yasin lowered his voice and asked toward the upper floor, "I an no harm! If there are any survivors inside, we can be friends. We can help each other in the future!"
After a mont of silence, no one answered.
This made Yasin frown.
Had the people inside already left? Or were they already dead?
"If no one answers , I'll assu there's no one inside. Then, I'm coming in!"
Yasin spoke as he retrieved a chainsaw from the Dinsional Cube.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!~~~
As the motor roared to life, the loud noise imdiately attracted nearby zombies. Several of them, following the sound, threw themselves at the iron fence gate, shaking it violently with clanking noises.
"Stop!"
Just then, a woman's voice called out.
Yasin quickly moved to the side of a pillar, using it as cover, turned off the chainsaw, and cautiously glanced toward the glass window.
Using the reflection of the glass, he could see a black gun barrel pointing right at his position from the balcony.
Yasin clenched his shotgun. From this distance, the spread of the shells could turn the shooter into a sieve, but they were well hidden, showing no weaknesses. Clearly, he was at a disadvantage.
He had to find a way to get out of this dangerous situation!
"Hello! I an no harm! I am your neighbor, a survivor from a nearby villa! I ca just to see if you need any help! I still have a little food left!"
As he spoke, Yasin retrieved a pack of bread from the Dinsional Cube and threw it forcefully toward the balcony.
The survivors inside had resorted to eating grass and tree bark. Yasin was certain that his offering of food would make them grateful and lower their guard.
In extre hunger, no one could resist the temptation of food!
"You... you're the new guy? Can you tell where you got that gun?" The woman's voice trembled, sounding frightened and panicked.
A gun?
Yasin glanced at the shotgun in his hand and truthfully replied, "I found it in a villa next door, from the corpse of a man. He was bitten by a zombie and took his own life. Judging by the state of the body, he died about two or three days ago."
"No!! Mark!!"
Hearing Yasin's response, a desperate and sorrowful wail erupted from the balcony.
"Mom, what's wrong? Why hasn't Dad co back yet? Why does that man have Dad's gun?"
A young girl's fearful yet innocent voice rang out. Yasin sneaked another look at the balcony and saw a beautiful young blonde girl in a long dress stepping onto it.
From Yasin's position, he could only see her profile.
But even from that angle, he imdiately recognized her—it was the sa girl from the photograph clutched in the dead man's hands.
Judging from what she had just asked, Yasin had already figured it out—these two must be the mother and daughter from the photo.
And that dead man was likely the girl's father.
If he was correct, this villa now only housed the mother and daughter.
A voluptuous beauty in her thirties.
For a mother and daughter who had just lost their only support, Yasin could deeply understand their grief and vulnerability.
This was the mont they were most fragile, most lost, and most helpless.
Yasin took another look at the won's delicate and lovely profile, then thought about the radiant beauty in the photo.
A feeling of pity and desire flickered in his heart.
However, he already had Lena, an unparalleled beauty, at ho. Won didn't interest him as much now.
Right now, he just wanted to get out of this dangerous situation. Being held at gunpoint made him uneasy.
"lisa! Get down!" The woman's panicked voice rang out again. Then, Yasin saw a curvy woman stand up and pull the girl down onto the balcony.
The woman's vigilance surprised Yasin. Even under such circumstances, she remained highly alert.
She was clearly an intelligent woman who understood the dangers of human nature.
"Mom! Tell ! Dad... is he... never coming back?!" The girl's voice quivered with emotion, but she held back her tears bravely.
"It's okay, lisa! You still have ! Mommy will protect you just like Daddy did! We have to survive!" The woman choked on her words, trying her best to stay strong.
"I'm very sorry."
Yasin spoke regretfully.
"I'm sorry I couldn't help you. When I found him, he had already been dead for two or three days. Since this shotgun belonged to your husband, I'll return it to you. Also, I found a photograph in his hand—he was clutching it tightly. I believe he must have looked at it for a long ti before he chose to end his life. Next ti I pass by, I'll bring it to you."
With that, Yasin placed the shotgun on the ground and slid it toward the door.
A shotgun wasn't of much use to Yasin. Keeping it would only increase the mother and daughter's wariness toward him.
Given the current situation, if things turned hostile, Yasin would be at a serious disadvantage.
Returning the gun would reassure them that he ant no harm.
Now, he was unard and carried no useful supplies. Plus, the woman had just learned of her husband's death. Yasin was certain she had no reason to shoot him anymore.
Hearing his words, the mother and daughter broke down completely, weeping in agony. Yasin's words had clearly struck a deeply painful nerve, leaving them utterly devastated.
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