Chapter 130 - 082: Is This Damn Thing Called Fourteen Years Old?

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Chapter 130: Chapter 082: Is This Damn Thing Called Fourteen Years Old? Encountering such an incident, anyone would go to take a look. For Lin Fan, he was always pondering why the boy wanted to tell him there were also a group of teenage girls? Could it be, he worried that I don’t like boys, but girls instead, so he mentioned the girls so that I wouldn’t give up on him? Thinking of this, Lin Fan smiled and shook his head. It was a lack of understanding of him. Indeed. The boy didn’t know him at all; of course, he wouldn’t understand. After parking the electric scooter on the sidewalk, he then walked towards the apartment’s main gate. The surrounding environment was a sight for sore eyes. Messy and disarrayed. If there were to be a worst apartment contest, Hengji Apartment would surely rank highly now. The apartment complex had an empty lot, always desolate with few weeds growing, and some cars parked, obviously being used as a parking lot. Around there were bodies of zombies, some with their skulls smashed, others impaled through the head with some sort of sharp weapon. "Could these really be the work of a group of kids?" After observing for some time, he found that ordinary adults often stood a good chance of being killed by zombies, of course, this was the result of confronting them head-on; if they used their brains a little, got some tools, and took the high ground, they indeed could deal with them easily. "Such smart kids, it’s no wonder they have managed to survive up to now," Lin Fan reflected. Recalling the floor on which they lived. It seemed to be the seventh floor. Just as he was about to pull open the entrance door, a deep, stifled roar of a zombie came from behind him; turning to look, he was startled to see a zombie staggering out from behind a car. Lin Fan watched without flinching, indifferent to the appearance of a zombie. "Heh heh... roar." This zombie growled deeply, turning its head, its face grotesque and ugly, possibly due to facial injuries it received while alive, and after the corruption of time, it had now decayed; its mouth ripped wide open, revealing the tissues inside. "Such a face could really scare off good friends," Lin Fan commented, not one to discriminate based on looks, but the appearance before him was truly frightening. As he stood there foolishly, the zombie noticed Lin Fan’s figure, and as if seeing a delectable piece of flesh, it charged towards him frenziedly. Up to this point, based on his years of gaming experience, zombies were truly strong, and as time went on, the overall capabilities of zombies had improved a little bit, visibly to the naked eye. Bang! The approaching zombie was kicked away by Lin Fan in one swoop. Strong as it was, Lin Fan still felt he was stronger. Glancing at the fallen zombie, which didn’t move, then at his right foot that had just performed the kick, he profoundly understood a lesson that he couldn’t carelessly kick things with his legs, as even ten bulls could be killed with a single kick from him. He thought of a game people liked to play, simple kicking the butt; you kick mine, I kick yours. Others kicking him would feel nothing, but his kick could likely explode someone else’s butt. He opened the door and walked inside. The apartment had an elevator. The elevator was out of order, not running. He had no choice but to take the stairs. The apartment was quite old, and older elevators frequently malfunctioned, which was normal, especially in a standalone building like this one where the property management definitely didn’t care much. If the elevator broke down, it was normal for it to remain out of service for seven or eight days. He took the stairs. The white walls were stained with coagulated blood, as he casually looked and continued upwards, the pungent smell hit him, and he saw a zombie corpse lying there, the body old and emitting a terrible stench. Covering his nose, he kept heading upstairs. The seventh floor. Finally, he reached his destination. Standing in front of the security door. "It’s me," Lin Fan gently knocked on the door, speaking softly, considering there were kids inside, a loud voice could easily cause panic; he then added, "I’m not a bad guy." A very normal introduction. Voices have the power to strike deep into the heart, causing the listener to relax their guard; in just a short moment, he wondered if he should sing a song, as some songs are only sung by good people. Creak. The security door opened from the inside. Lin Fan stood at the doorway with a smile, his gentle gaze upon the other, not entering but waiting for permission. "Hello." A friendly greeting. In these apocalyptic times, people are terrified, with many survivors being tortured to the verge of madness, fearing anything from the outside world. He looked at the boy in front of him, not too tall, unkempt, and looking haggard in spirit; somehow, he felt the boy’s appearance a bit too mature. But he didn’t think much of it. The children of today bear heavy study loads and great pressures; facing the apocalypse, a little change is quite normal. "Uncle, please come in, I’m really scared," the boy spoke, stepping back a few paces. Lin Fan entered the room, closed the door behind him, aware that while he wasn’t afraid of zombies, these survivors surely were. He sensed an odd smell inside the room. Earlier, the boy had said there were other surviving girls, yet he did not see them now. His peripheral vision scanned the floor, noticing bloodstains, aged, not fresh. To him, it seemed probable that this was indeed the result of living here, fighting against zombies, against dangerous survivors in the apocalypse. "Don’t be afraid; although the apocalypse is indeed terrifying, there are many survivors with good intentions," Lin Fan said with a smile.

Chapter 130 - 082: Is This Damn Thing Called Fourteen Years Old?

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