Chapter 0004: Anomaly

What happened! What on earth happened! I wasn't bitten! Ah! My head! It hurts so much!

Zhou Yulong walked step by step to the innermost room on the third floor. To be honest, he really did not want to go in, but there was no other choice; at the very least, he needed to ensure a safe retreat. He slowly approached the doorway, and the sounds coming from inside became increasingly clear. He gradually opened the door a crack. He saw a woman sitting on the bed in the room, her feet swinging back and forth, with a small can at her feet that she kept nudging with her foot. He tried to call out, "Sister Zhang?"

The intense headache caused Zhou Yulong to cry out in agony. However, at that moment, faint sounds began to emanate from downstairs. Hearing the increasingly closer sounds, Zhou Yulong could only endure the excruciating pain in his head and went to the staircase to take a look.

The fourth floor was also quiet, quite safe. When he reached the third floor, a faint sound caught his attention. From one of the rooms on the third floor came a series of small sounds, resembling someone kicking a soda can. ... This was not good news, as anyone with the leisure to kick something at this time, regardless of what it was, certainly could not be human

The girl did not respond, and Zhou Yulong felt a sudden pang in his heart. Although he had already guessed the woman's condition, he still held onto a glimmer of hope and called out again, "Sister Zhang, please respond. If you don’t reply, I’ll assume you’re a zombie!" It seemed that the women heard him, as their footsteps came to a halt. Zhou Yulong felt a surge of joy; it turned out Sister Zhang was also fine. Just as he was about to approach her to greet her, he suddenly noticed something at her feet. He stood on tiptoe to take a look and was taken aback; lying at Sister Zhang's feet was a man covered in blood. From his clothing, it was actually Uncle Zhang. At that moment, Sister Zhang reacted, and her response was quite intense. She let out a low wail, staggered to her feet, and turned to charge towards Zhou Yulong.

Accompanied by a muffled sound, the zombie was crushed into pieces by the ladder, while the zombie on Zhang Shu's balcony could only gaze at Zhou Yulong lying on the opposite balcony, letting out unwilling roars. At this moment, Zhou Yulong was lying on the ground, intense pain continuously surged through him, growing more and more unbearable.

Bang

Seeing the scene downstairs, Zhou Yulong exclaimed in shock. It turned out that just moments ago, while dealing with Sister Zhang's zombie, his roar had been too loud, attracting the zombies outside the door below. They gathered in increasing numbers; from the staircase, he could see at least ten of them. Now, he was completely exhausted, and his head was pounding painfully. Fighting against so many zombies would only lead to certain death. He could not wait any longer, Zhou Yulong told himself. Gritting his teeth against the intense headache, he began to run towards the rooftop.

Although a lot of preparations have been made, one is still facing a man-eating monster. It is impossible to say that one is not nervous. Zhou Yulong cautiously descended, praying that the zombies would be on the first floor. He had visited Old Zhang's house many times and knew that the bottled purified water was placed on the second floor. Therefore, his goal was simple: to get from the rooftop to the second floor and then take the water and leave. However, he also knew that the likelihood of Old Zhang wandering on other floors was quite high. He had visited Old Zhang's house many times and knew that the bottled purified water was placed on the second floor. Therefore, his goal was simple: to get from the rooftop to the second floor and then take the water and leave. However, he also knew that the likelihood of Old Zhang wandering on other floors was quite high. He had no other options, and of course, he hoped to hide if possible. After all, he was alive while the other was dead, so there was no need to be stubborn. With this thought, he quieted his footsteps even more, almost tiptoeing as he walked. After turning a corner, he reached the fifth floor.

Although Zhou Yulong saw the appearance of the zombie through the telescope, it was his first time confronting a zombie directly. All his training and courage were instantly cast aside. He retreated slowly, clutching a wooden board, like a child, while mumbling, "You... you don't... don't come over! Don't come over!" However, a lion will never reason with a rabbit. Sister Zhang suddenly pounced, overwhelming Zhou Yulong, and began to bite at his face.

However, he had just fallen into a frenzy while dealing with Sister Zhang's zombie, recklessly swinging his weapon and exhausting his stamina. Coupled with the intense headache, his speed in climbing the stairs was barely faster than that of the zombies. With no other option, he had to throw down his shield and, clutching his makeshift spear, staggered towards the rooftop. After a short while, he finally reached the rooftop, casually locked the doors behind him, and began to make his way to his own rooftop.

Suddenly, Zhou Yulong felt that something was amiss, for at that moment, a pale blue liquid suddenly emerged from the bodies of two zombies and quickly wrapped around his feet, permeating through. As the blue liquid entered his body, Zhou Yulong felt a chilling sensation surge from the soles of his feet directly to the top of his head. Instantly, a deafening roar erupted in his mind, and he began to experience intense pain. As the blue liquid entered his body, Zhou Yulong felt a chilling sensation surge from the soles of his feet directly to the top of his head. Instantly, a deafening roar erupted in his mind, and he began to experience intense pain.

Looking at Sister Zhang's torn face, Zhou Yulong felt a wave of nausea. Originally, Sister Zhang had grown up alongside him, five years his senior, and was quite beautiful, even becoming the object of Zhou Yulong's secret affection for a time. However, now, there was nothing left on that face that could be associated with beauty. Her face and lips were torn apart, exposing her teeth, and one eye hung limply on her face. The blood had mostly stopped flowing, and the flesh on her face was a purplish-black, with some white liquid oozing down, as disgusting as it could possibly be. Her face and lips were torn apart, exposing her teeth, and one eye hung limply on her face. The blood had mostly stopped flowing, and the flesh on her face was a purplish-black, with some white liquid oozing down, as disgusting as it could possibly be

Zhou Yulong had considered going directly down to the second floor to grab some water and leave, but his extensive knowledge of horror films warned him that being careless in such situations could be fatal. If he were to return and find a zombie standing behind him, he would be caught in a sandwich, a scenario he absolutely did not want to encounter. He was still young and certainly did not wish to become someone else's meal. Thus, he meticulously cleared each room on the fifth floor, and fortunately, everything was okay. He even found some snacks, but the most important thing now was to get water. Without overthinking it, he continued to make his way to the fourth floor, cleaning downwards layer by layer.

Having easily crossed the rooftop, Zhou Yulong quietly made his way to the balcony of Old Zhang's house. He happened to see a large jar, the contents of which were unknown, covered by a relatively thick wooden board. An idea struck him, and he went over to lift the board. It was a wooden board similar to those used to cover grain jars, approximately four to five centimeters thick, with a small handle for gripping. When held upright, it resembled a rudimentary shield. Zhou Yulong chuckled, "I was just thinking about what I would do if a zombie got too close; here is a ready-made shield. Ha, it's as if sleepiness has come with a pillow." After pondering for a moment, he slowly opened the door to the rooftop and began to descend the stairs.

Am I going to die?

Oh my goodness

Fear can indeed unleash a person's greatest strength. Zhou Yulong was suddenly driven mad with fright, like a cat with its fur standing on end. While howling, he forcefully pushed the shield, and Sister Zhang, after all, was a petite girl who had been devoured by zombies, making her weight quite light. If Zhou Yulong hadn't just been so scared that his legs went weak, it would have been impossible for him to be overpowered by Sister Zhang. In that moment, he erupted with all his strength, and with immense force, he sent Sister Zhang crashing against the wall. Again, due to the significant amount of flesh consumed by the zombies, her weight was indeed very light. If Zhou Yulong hadn't just been frightened to the point of weakness, he would not have been overpowered by her. This time, he unleashed all his power, and with great force, he knocked Sister Zhang against the wall. At that moment, Zhou Yulong seemed to have lost his sanity in fear, raising the short spear and thrusting it directly at Sister Zhang's head—once, twice, three times—until he was utterly exhausted. After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Yulong slowly regained his senses, sitting on the ground and looking at Sister Zhang, who was no longer recognizable as a human. He began to vomit uncontrollably.

At that moment, a voice came from beside him. He quickly raised his head and discovered that Uncle Zhang's corpse on the ground was slowly moving, as if it were trying to rise. Some things, once faced, no longer seem so terrifying. He hurriedly stood up, raised his short spear, and without a word, thrust it down. The sharp tip pierced through Uncle Zhang's already decayed brain, and the zombie fell to the ground, shaking slightly before becoming still.

He felt as if his brain were being eroded by sulfuric acid, the pain intensifying to the point where he could barely concentrate. At that moment, he heard the sound of banging at the rooftop door; the zombies were coming. The instinct for survival temporarily overrode the intense headache, allowing him to struggle up the wooden ladder. Just as he reached halfway, the door was smashed open, and the zombies rushed in one after another, slowly beginning to climb the ladder. They quickly reached behind Zhou Yulong. At that moment, Zhou Yulong had already arrived at the edge of his home's rooftop. Seeing the zombies climbing the ladder not far behind him, he summoned the last ounce of strength in his body and violently flipped the ladder, sending both the zombies and the ladder crashing down to the floor below.

Zhou Yulong's consciousness began to gradually blur