Big Sis looked not far away; in the darkness, she vaguely saw the body of a colossal zombie.
As if thinking of something.
Her heart jumped.
"Go, to the car," Big Sis said softly. "Slowly, don't make a sound. Bring what's necessary. This place is no longer habitable; we've been targeted."
Everyone nodded, moving lightly, truly not daring to make a sound.
Just afraid any sound would attract the zombies' attention.
Their belongings weren't considered many, but some were very important. The toolbox had to be brought; this was essential for car repair. As for larger equipment, it couldn't be easily carried, which was a great pity.
Soon, they were safely hidden inside the steel beast, car doors locked, not daring to make a sound. Outside, zombies were howling; who knew how long the noise would last.
They now just wanted to wait until the zombies left.
Finally, leave this place safely.
Tu Trach Duong said, "Those people are truly vicious. It's already the apocalypse, yet they still want to do these things."
Sis Van said, "No choice. That car of ours has been targeted by them; they definitely want to get it. Don't know when the zombies outside will finally leave."
Big Sis said, "I saw that colossal zombie we encountered before."
"Ah..."
Hearing this, everyone's expression changed drastically. Other zombies were manageable, but only the colossal zombie, like a huge mountain, weighed heavily on their hearts.
Outside.
The Strength-type zombie was like a Tyrant. Any zombie blocking its path was swatted away with one hand, fiercely smashing against the walls on either side.
Arriving before the car emitting the sound, it roared savagely, its sturdy hands fiercely pounding the car roof. Thump! The car roof was directly caved in.
The four survivors, unable to see outside, swallowed hard, only able to hear the thump thump sounds from outside. This was definitely the colossal zombie furiously smashing things.
They prayed in their hearts.
Absolutely don't discover this place.
Otherwise, things will really get serious.
Colossal zombies were truly terrifying. Their steel beast definitely couldn't withstand it. If really encountered, it would absolutely be smashed to pulp.
Following the continuous crashing sounds.
That sound of "collecting scrap" suddenly disappeared.
They looked at each other.
Didn't understand what happened.
Running out of electricity was impossible.
The only possibility was the colossal zombie randomly smashing things and breaking the loudspeaker.
Far away.
The person who had turned off the lights and was observing the situation over there kept staring.
"No way, this also works?"
He was extremely excited when he saw the zombies surround that area.
Big brother's method is indeed good.
When he saw a colossal zombie, he was shocked because he had never seen this type of zombie before, felt like seeing a monster.
Scared him into not daring to move.
The only thought was... if they were discovered by the colossal zombie, it would absolutely be a dead end.
Who knew the loudspeaker would suddenly go silent.
Damn...
Just then.
He saw the colossal zombie actually grab the car that had become scrap metal, fiercely swinging it to the side. Thump! The car directly smashed onto the rolling shutter door of that storefront, directly breaking open a hole.
The four survivors hiding inside the steel beast.
Hid in the car, not daring to peek out.
A violent explosion sounded.
Startling their hearts with fear.
The rolling shutter door being broken open wasn't a good thing.
If zombies wandered inside and saw them waiting inside, they would definitely pound frantically. By then, if hit hard by the colossal zombie, they would basically lose their lives.
They waited quietly.
Only hoping the zombies would gradually leave.
...
...
Early morning.
Daybreak.
"Another beautiful day."
Lam Pham stood on the balcony, stretching his waist, looking at the scenery outside, breathing in the fresh air. Early to bed, early to rise, good for the body. Made some breakfast, fed Manh Manh well.
Handed the child over to Sis Li.
Went downstairs, exercised.
Thirty minutes daily, healthy for a lifetime.
Going downstairs, he met the old gentlemen chatting while stretching.
He found the old folks all got up very early.
Thinking about it, also understandable.
Old people sleep early, naturally rise early too.
The older generation doesn't like to sleep in.
Now, Duong Quang Apartments was really good, calm yet lively, full of vitality. He liked the current life. Recalled when the apocalypse just began.
No people, only zombies.
They were extremely unfriendly.
When he waved hello to the zombies, what he usually got wasn't a friendly response, but an unreasonable attack.
Forcing him to only defend himself.
Turning the somewhat lively Duong Quang Apartments into extreme calmness. Fortunately, the later tenants were very friendly. He liked it very much, felt that everyone living together, seeking hope together, would succeed.
Vegetable garden.
He squatted beside it, looking carefully.
Sprouted vegetables are good vegetables.
Beside it, there was still a piece of barren land. Sis Li and Grandpa Tu had reclaimed it, the soil all turned over. Thought about getting some seeds back to plant.
Now some things could be bought.
But some things couldn't be bought.
Can only rely on one's own efforts to grow them.
"Looks like I need to find time to go to Tan Phong Seed Company Subsidiary again to buy some seeds."
He stood up, walked outside.
Thinking about daytime matters.
Seems like there was nothing unfinished from yesterday. Time to start getting busy with current matters.
Quzhou duck neck shop.
"The duck heads from this shop are delicious."
Lam Pham looked at this shop, giving it a very high evaluation. Especially the spicy duck head; he had tasted it once, felt the aftertaste was endless.
However, he only ate it occasionally.
Mostly cooked at home by himself.
Usually buying some would cost twenty or thirty. In a month, that would be seven or eight hundred. Thinking of his salary, that was really quite terrifying.
"So smelly."
Lam Pham covered his nose, found the shop was a mess, goods on the counter shelves already rotten, emitting an unbearable smell.
"Boss, let me clean up the environment for you."
He didn't state a price.
First asked if the other party needed it, in case they didn't.
Very quiet.
No reply.
The meaning was very clear: the boss agreed.
There were gloves in the shop; cleaning up was very convenient, could ensure hands wouldn't get contaminated.
He originally thought about calling Vuong Khai to earn this money together, but didn't see him downstairs, meaning he was sleeping in. Didn't disturb him, because sleeping is a very important matter. If disturbed by someone, it loses its meaning.
Inside the shop, a diligent figure cleaned up the garbage, not too much trouble. The only trouble was the garbage on the shelves, needed careful cleaning.
Large bags and small bags of garbage.
After a while, finally cleaned up.
Negotiated the price with the boss at six hundred.
This was hard-earned money, earned with peace of mind. No one was around, could only take the money himself. There was cash in the drawer, quite a lot. But he didn't think about taking more; what should be taken is how much, this is a matter of principle.
Securely put the six hundred yuan into his trouser pocket. He thought about keeping three hundred on him first; the other three hundred was to repay Old man Vuong.
He always kept the matter of borrowing money from Old man Vuong in mind.
Just wanted to repay the old man as soon as possible.
Finished being busy. When returning to the residential area, Vuong Khai had just woken up not long ago, told him, "Bro Pham, let's go earn money cleaning shops."
Lam Pham could only tell him, "I got up relatively early, finished long ago."
Vuong Khai heard this, blinked, inexplicably missed out on earning from an idiot, but he didn't know Lam Pham had earned an extra three hundred.
The water plant was a place that must be visited daily.
Lam Pham's grasp of time was relatively precise. So he took Vuong Khai to the water plant. Finish early, and he could continue to get busy with the next matter.
Afternoon.
Lam Pham, thinking of working hard to earn money, rode the electric scooter, strolling through the streets, searching for new clients. His part-time brokerage job was a very important part; what was important was the free time, relatively high commission.
Just relatively tiring.
He thought of news he saw before.
High-priced housing sales in the real estate industry always had very high commissions.
He was very envious.
But thought as long as he worked hard, definitely could succeed.
Passing the cake shop, he merely glanced, then rode the electric scooter away, hoping this female owner could walk out from the tense environment, bravely face the future.
When the opponent's spirit stabilized.
He still wanted to have a good talk with her, ask if she needed to rent a room. He found her cake-making skills were very formidable. If she could open a cake shop in the residential area, how good would that be.
And he could also earn an extra sum of money.
Just the sanitation cleaning fee. I could also do part-time environmental protection work, cleaning up the garbage left from cake making.
Imagining it made him admire his own cleverness.
Actually thought of such a good method.
Looking around, searching for survivors. However, the desolate environment made him unable to hear any sound. Besides some zombie roars, he really couldn't hear anything.
He didn't know how many people were left in the entire Hoang city.
Perhaps very few.
Everyone might have already moved away.
Gradually, he arrived at an area he hadn't been to before. He found the environment here even messier than his side. Abandoned cars everywhere, also many fragmented corpses, bloodstained tire tracks on the ground, also corpses rotten to death inside cars.
He found it hard to imagine what exactly had happened.
Suddenly.
He saw the second floor of a shop; could see the environment inside. A corpse was hanging there, flies buzzing around, body rotten, clearly dead for a long time.
He could imagine how desperate this corpse was when alive, finally ending its own life by hanging.
"Ai."
Lam Pham sighed, parked the scooter. The second-floor window was open. Leaped in. No other meaning, just couldn't bear to see someone die by hanging, still hanging like that after death.
He approached and only then discovered, this was an old person.
The hanging rope had already cut into the flesh.
Understood it was a bit difficult.
He could only draw his sword to cut it, let the body down, lay it flat. This was a kind of respect for the deceased.
"Goodbye."
He said softly, then turned and left.
For him, just a casual effort. But for the deceased, also a final beauty in death.
Hang Co Inn.
A stylish electric scooter drove on the pedestrian path. The rider looked left and right, like a bike thief, searching for a good electric scooter to steal.
If police saw this kind of person, would definitely keep an extra eye out.
Would surely stop Lam Pham, check ID card, see if this guy had a criminal record.
"Are all the survivors gone?"
He had looked all the way on the electric scooter until now, surprisingly hadn't seen a single survivor. Truly made him feel a bit regretful, disappointed.
How he hoped to see a survivor, then have a good inquiry: Need to rent a room? I am Tan Phong Brokerage's multiple-time outstanding employee, work conscientiously, abide by professional ethics, your trustworthy partner.
Then take out a flyer, give the opponent a good introduction.
Of course, as for falsely claiming to be an outstanding employee, nothing could be done. Doing this profession, without some tricks up one's sleeve, clearly wouldn't work.
Must make the client see at a glance that you are professional.
Just then.
Lam Pham saw a figure, right on the building he was about to pass.
"Someone's there."
Lam Pham stopped the scooter, looked up, squinted slightly.
"Why is it a child again?"
He assessed.
The child stood on the balcony, dirty, waving towards him, looking like the situation was very bad.
He watched quietly.
Thinking about some things in his mind. Why would a child be on the balcony waving at him?
This child looked only eleven, twelve, or thirteen.
In an instant, he thought of some things, thought of Sis Li and her daughter, Tran Hac and his child – also capable of sacrificing themselves to let the child live better.
Therefore.
In his heart, this child's parents must have, to let the child live well in the apocalypse, left supplies for the child.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel respect; such parents were admirable.
He looked at the surrounding environment.
Truly very bad.
Dilapidated everywhere, also various rotten corpses.
Really an indescribable sense of desolation, sorrow.
Living here must be very painful.
If I introduced Duong Quang Apartments to them, they should be willing to go.
Of course, he wanted to see first, what the people here were like.
Just as he was preparing to go up.
Only to see the child on the upper floor take out a large sign.
There was content on it.
"Help me, there's a group of teenage girls here with me."
Seeing such content.
Lam Pham was slightly stunned.
Not parents?
But a group of children.
So that's how it is.
This is the reason for such haggardness.