Chapter 0007: A Frightening Night in the Rain

The sound of raindrops pounded heavily against the window, producing a dull thudding noise. The rumble of thunder, the sound of raindrops, and the howls of zombies on the street blended together. It was as if hell had descended upon the earth, bringing a chilling sensation to the night

The stairs are made of reinforced concrete, mixed with some steel bars in the middle. They are very sturdy and durable, making them a safe choice for home use. However, at this moment, Zhou Yulong wished that the stairs would turn into a shoddy construction, because even under his immense strength, swinging the hammer down onto the stairs could only create a small to medium-sized dent. The sounds coming from downstairs were getting closer, indicating that the zombies had likely climbed from the first floor to the second. Zhou Yulong was acutely aware that time was of the essence; if he could break the stairs and clear a gap, he could escape. Otherwise, if the zombies reached him before he could create an opening, he would be overwhelmed by a sea of corpses. Listening to the increasingly near roars, Zhou Yulong gritted his teeth and hammered away desperately, one blow after another. At this moment, he disregarded everything, even as the recoil from the hammer split open his palm, causing blood to trickle out, it did not slow his pace in the slightest. The zombies downstairs seemed to have caught the scent of his blood, becoming even more frenzied, their roars growing louder and their climbing speed increasing.

Upon realizing this, Zhou Yulong quickly grabbed his homemade spear and a small iron stool he used as a shield, rushing down to the first floor. However, he still underestimated the frenzied nature of the zombies. One by one, the zombies threw themselves against the front door with all their might, not hesitating to smash their heads until they bled, refusing to stop. In fact, one of them even broke its own head, collapsing awkwardly to the side, motionless. The other zombies took its place, continuing to batter the door. By the time Zhou Yulong reached the first floor, the door had already begun to warp...

Subsequently, more and more zombies entered the house that originally belonged solely to Zhou Yulong, climbing the stairs as if queuing to pounce on him. At this moment, Zhou Yulong did not need to do anything else; he only had to persistently use an iron bench to block the zombies, aiming at their heads with a book, killing them one by one, and then seizing the energy from their bodies to replenish himself. He did not know how long he would have to kill, nor did he know how long he could hold on; all that occupied his mind was a single word: "Kill!"

Zhou Yulong had already lost hope in this liquid. After a night of slaughter lasting eight to nine hours, he had killed at least hundreds of zombies, each contributing a trace of blue liquid to him. However, after killing a few, it seemed that this blue liquid no longer held much use for him; at most, he felt a chill lingering in his mind. Each zombie he killed only added a slight increase to this chill, as if he had become immune to this mysterious liquid, rendering it useless. But when he expended his last ounce of strength to kill this zombie, he felt a tremendous "bang!" in his head, akin to the first time he obtained the blue liquid, accompanied by an indescribable pain. His limbs seemed to regain strength along with this intense pain. Gritting his teeth, the pain in his head intensified, yet he felt his strength growing. Suddenly, the muscles in his right arm began to swell, as if a current was flowing within them, creating a dissonance. It was as if a man of 1.8 meters with a well-proportioned physique suddenly had the arms of a Terminator! As the muscles expanded, Zhou Yulong felt an urgent need to release this power. He swung the hammer in his hand with all his might, charging forward, and with a loud "bang!", dust filled the air. He felt all his strength leaving him, gradually falling backward, and as his eyes closed, he vaguely saw several zombies that had turned into mush and the staircase, over two meters long, that had been shattered, falling down...

On January 28, 2013, the 38th day after the outbreak of the virus, the earth finally welcomed the first rain after the apocalypse, a rain so immense it was terrifying

At this moment, Zhou Yulong was no longer the novice who had just faced the zombies. Although he was aware of the dire situation he was in, he managed to calm himself down. He ran a few steps up the stairs and reached the landing. The staircase was very narrow; when the house was rebuilt, in an effort to maximize the effective living space, Zhou Yulong's parents had made the staircase entrance quite narrow, about one meter wide, allowing only one or two people to pass sideways at a time. Consequently, at most, only one or two zombies could come through at once. No matter how many zombies there were, he would only have to face a maximum of two directly. It was likely that his parents never anticipated that this small design would save their son's life. Standing at the top of the stairs, Zhou Yulong used an iron stool as a shield to block the first two zombies, gripping a sharp short spear tightly in his right hand. He felt the cold touch of the iron spear and swung it fiercely, aiming directly at the heads of the two zombies in front of him. "Puff!" The sound of two blades piercing through rotten flesh echoed, and the heads of the first two zombies now had two transparent round holes. At that moment, blue liquid began to seep out, winding its way up Zhou Yulong's arm and then penetrating into him. A wave of cold air surged from his hand straight into his brain, invigorating him. With the cooling sensation brought by this blue liquid, he believed he could hold his ground here for a long time!

Ah! A piercing scream echoed from an old wooden house not far from the residence of Zhou Yulong, likely from a survivor hiding inside who had been captured. From the sound, it seemed to be a rather young man. What a pity, as it was quite safe to hide in such a place; even if zombies passed by, as long as the door was tightly locked and no noise was made, there should have been no danger. However, tonight, perhaps due to the stimulation of the thunderstorm, several zombies were frantically battering against the not-so-sturdy wooden door. In no time, they broke through the door and rushed in, eager to enjoy this feast. What a pity, as it was quite safe to hide in such a place; even if zombies passed by, as long as the door was tightly locked and no noise was made, there should have been no danger. However, tonight, perhaps due to the stimulation of the thunderstorm, several zombies were frantically battering against the not-so-sturdy wooden door. In no time, they broke through the door and rushed in, eager to enjoy this feast.

The screams came quickly and faded just as fast; that boy suddenly fell silent. It is likely that he either vanished without a trace or became part of the zombie horde. Zhou Yulong watched all of this with a sense of oppression, feeling an urge to roar in anger. He was very afraid, terrified of becoming the next victim. Everything had seemed so safe; why did this damned rain and that damned thunder have to come down?

Suddenly, he heard a dull thud, and his pupils constricted! Looking down the stairs, he cursed! The very situation he dreaded the most had occurred. Seven or eight zombies were gathered downstairs, battering against the door of his home. Although the door was made of steel and relatively sturdy, it probably wouldn't hold out for long under the relentless assault of the zombies. No! He could not allow the last bastion he had to be overrun by zombies; once they broke in, he would have nowhere to retreat.

According to his current understanding, zombies determine the location of food based on their sense of smell and hearing. After losing their sense of touch and sight, these two remaining instincts of the zombies have been extraordinarily heightened. Even the slightest sound and a hint of blood can attract large groups of zombies, not to mention the tremendous thunder tonight. It is estimated that this sound has mobilized all the zombies, but the torrential rain can mask all scents, so in the perception of the zombies, it is likely that food is everywhere, yet they cannot grasp or touch it. This feeling makes the hungry zombies even more furious and frenzied, prompting them to destroy everything they can. ... It is estimated that this sound has mobilized all the zombies, but the torrential rain can mask all scents, so in the perception of the zombies, it is likely that food is everywhere, yet they cannot grasp or touch it. This feeling makes the hungry zombies even more furious and frenzied, prompting them to destroy everything they can. ... The problem is, this is exactly what the survivors fear ... . ... Aimless destruction often leads to unintended consequences.

"What a damned night, and a damned heavy rain!" Zhou Yulong muttered under his breath while standing on the balcony. It was unclear whether the sound of thunder had stimulated the remaining hearing of the zombies, but tonight they had become unusually agitated. Zombies were wandering aimlessly everywhere, searching for surviving humans. The tremendous roar of thunder seemed to transform into the whispers of the living in their ears, making them even more bloodthirsty and ravenous. Groups of zombies began to destroy everything that obstructed their path, roaring and advancing... The tremendous roar of thunder seemed to transform into the whispers of the living in their ears, making them even more bloodthirsty and ravenous. Groups of zombies began to destroy everything that obstructed their path, roaring and advancing...

Damn it, this is the end! Zhou Yulong stood at the stairway, watching the front door twist and collapse, letting out a painful groan. At that moment, four or five zombies had already rushed in, as if they had caught the scent of human flesh on Zhou Yulong, and began to ravenously pounce on him

Then, a piece of darkness

Damn it, this is unfortunate. What kind of thunder is this, and it just keeps coming! Zhou Yulong looked at the flashes of lightning in the sky, nervously observing everything around him