Chapter 44 - 041: Heartless Apocalypse, Compassionate People

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Chapter 44: Chapter 041: Heartless Apocalypse, Compassionate People The sound of a baby. There was no mistaking it, it was the sound of a baby. Listening closely, you could tell the baby’s cry wasn’t loud, lacking the vigor of a healthy infant; it sounded somewhat weak. No matter what, he had to go in and check. Roar! The hissing roar of zombies echoed. As he ran, the zombies continuously closed in on him. Looking at the group of sprinting zombies, all he wanted to say was that they really did great, each one of them showing remarkable stamina to keep running up until now. Such spirit was indeed commendable. At that moment, he touched the hilt of Frostmourne and warned with one hand forward, "Please don’t come any closer. The running is over. I heard a baby crying and it might be in trouble. I need to check it out. If you continue to approach, I think I’ll have to cut you." "First warning." As he spoke these words, instead of pausing, the zombies even moved closer, seriously threatening his safety. "Second warning." He had no other intentions. Although they had turned into zombies, if they were friendly, he wouldn’t take any excessive actions against the zombies. "Third warning." The zombies were now lunging toward him. No use. No choice then, he had to defend himself. He was now quite familiar with self-defense; the procedures were clear—when to defend himself and how to do it were all well understood. The evil Frostmourne was unsheathed; with one swing, he aimed for the zombies’ heads. With his current strength, the swing of his blade was terrifying, even producing a whooshing sound through the air. Whether it was accuracy, speed, or strength, all reached a level unimaginable to an ordinary person. Ever seen tofu being sliced? A sharp blade set on tofu, not even applying force, and it has already split the tofu. Splurt! Splurt! The sound of slashing. These zombies, terrifying to ordinary people, were far too simple for Lin Fan. With one swing, the heads of the zombies in the front row flew up, spinning in the air. The zombies banging on the shutter door, hearing the commotion and seeing the moving flesh, stopped their banging and surged towards Lin Fan en masse. If there were any survivors witnessing this scene, they would undoubtedly exclaim, "Mom, come out and see the hero!" "Why are you all so unfriendly? Even if you’ve turned into zombies, can’t you retain some sanity?" As he swung his blade, he spoke. The arrival of the apocalypse had inflicted the greatest damage on the living humans; if not for these zombies, Huang city wouldn’t have turned out like this. He would still be just another worker among many, sitting in the office listening to the boss spouting motivational speeches, living a life of nine-to-five routine, often marred by all-nighters at work. Instead of facing these unfriendly zombies on a regular basis like now. He liked the bustling Huang city. He liked the friendly citizens. He liked watching the old men downstairs exercise and play chess. It was just really unfortunate that those scenes, which he reminisced, had vanished. All caused by the apocalypse. He hated the apocalypse, yet he wouldn’t run away. Thinking of resisting the apocalypse, changing it, hoping to restore Huang city to its former state. Black blood all over the ground. Bodies all over the ground. The number of zombies on the scene wasn’t high, barely over thirty heads, and chopping them wasn’t difficult—it could even be described as easy. The zombies were strong, but his strength was greater. The zombies were fast, but he was faster. "I had already made it very clear to you. Don’t be reckless, don’t be reckless. You thought you could harm me just because there were many of you, but ended up killed in self-defense by me," Lin Fan shook his head, regretting the zombies’ actions. Even during peaceful times, it was the same—people bullying others. Individually, they might be weak, but together, they suddenly became ferocious. He dealt with the zombies. The shutter door was locked, temporarily inaccessible. Hearing a baby’s cry, things were very urgent; something was definitely wrong. Without thinking, he punched a hole through the shutter door and tore it open with his bare hands. With a crash, he easily created an entrance. The situation was urgent, and it had to be done this way. If the child’s parents knew, they would surely understand and even be grateful for his heroic action. Walking into the store, it was a women’s clothing shop, filled with an indescribable scent in the air. There were stairs. The sound was coming from the second floor. Upon reaching the second floor, he immediately smelled a stench of decay. What he saw was a hanging corpse, with the baby’s cries coming from in front of it. He frowned, not expecting this situation. Why had the person hanged themselves? He hurried forward, first looking at the face of the corpse—it was a woman, and the baby’s wails were coming from her arms. "How could there be a baby here?" Lin Fan was very shocked, somewhat confused by the situation. The woman’s mouth was wrapped with tape, and the baby was swaddled in a sling made from clothes, lying askew in the woman’s arms. Had she intended to allow the baby to feed from her even after her death? He took the baby from the woman’s arms. The baby was likely malnourished for a long time, in poor condition, very weak, and pale-faced. If things continued this way, it would surely die. In the woman’s arms, he found a diary that seemed to have been left intentionally. He opened the diary. "[It’s very chaotic outside, people are biting each other, those people look like zombies from the movies. I’m trapped here with my child, we can’t get out. The child is crying, zombies are pounding on the door outside, both my child and I are very scared. I’ve tried calling home, but no one answers. I want to ask for help from people outside, but no one is paying any attention to me.] [It’s the second day; it’s a bit quieter outside, but I can still hear the zombies’ growls and people’s screams. The child was frightened into crying again. I don’t know what to do. There’s no food here. If no one comes to rescue us, my child and I will die.] [It’s the third day. I received a call from A-Jie, but it wasn’t A-Jie on the call, it was his comrade. A-Jie died protecting his comrade. They said they are coming to take my child and me away, told me to wait for them. We haven’t eaten for three days. I’m very weak, but no matter what, I must hold on until they arrive. I can die, but nothing should happen to my child.] [It’s the fourth day, they still haven’t arrived. My head is spinning; it feels like I’m constantly in a dream. I haven’t eaten, and my milk is almost gone. The child is also constantly crying. The zombies outside hear my child’s cries and are continuing to pound on the door. I think I can’t be afraid; at least I have to wait for them to come.] [It’s the fifth day, I’m getting weaker and weaker. I know I’m not going to make it. From what I’ve seen in the movies, if a person dies, they might turn into a zombie. I don’t want my child to be harmed by me. While I still have some strength, I think I should make arrangements for what comes next. I’m afraid of harming my child, I must bear the pain and smash my teeth, wrapping my mouth with tape. Even if I turn into a zombie, I won’t be able to bite my child.] [To you who are reading this, perhaps to some unknown survivor, my child’s name is Mengmeng. I hope you can let my child survive. I know that in this apocalyptic world, a child is a burden. If you choose to kill her, I only hope that you won’t let her suffer, not just toss her aside carelessly. I don’t want her eaten by zombies. Thank you...] [Love] The diary entries ended there. Lin Fan was silent, deeply respectful. A great mother, even facing death, thought only of letting her child live. "Don’t worry, I’ll take care of the child. In this heartless apocalypse, compassion remains. As long as I have something to eat, she will too," he said. Lin Fan sighed; the arrival of the apocalypse had been cruel to many. If there had been no apocalypse. They would surely have been happy. He untied the rope from the mother’s neck and gently laid her down. Then, holding the child, he prepared to leave. Turning back for one last look at the body on the floor, he did not linger but left the store. The child was still crying. It seemed very uncomfortable. He ran swiftly, the surroundings quickly receding. If he raced the zombies at this speed, they wouldn’t have a chance even to catch his dust. The child’s cries attracted the nearby zombies. "I don’t have time to waste on you now; go play somewhere else," he said. Lin Fan ignored the zombies following him. In the blink of an eye. He had left that group of zombies far behind.

Chapter 44 - 041: Heartless Apocalypse, Compassionate People

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