Chapter 2, Living, Ability

Perhaps this world has already fallen into chaos Li Chunyuan tightened his somewhat thin cotton coat gripped the short knife in his hand thought for a moment then took the bundle of rope with him slowly walking across the flat and boundless fields leaving the grain processing factory Revenge? After such a short time there is no need for revenge anymore is this considered divine retribution

"Hiss—" Li Chun, half surprised and half puzzled, grasped her right hand that was resting on her forehead

Moreover, the zombies have emerged, and it is likely that water and electricity will soon be cut off. Small factories often have their own generators, and grain processing plants certainly do as well. Although Li Chunyuan does not know what he can do with electricity, he feels that having it is always better than not having it. As for water resources, which are vital for life, no amount is ever enough, and the only place he might find a large storage of water is at the grain processing plant. This is also the method he can choose to maximize his chances of survival.

The cool sensation is only present at the palms and wrists, and there is none further up the arms. Li Chun was momentarily taken aback, unsure whether this was a good or bad thing. She placed her left hand on top of her right palm and distinctly felt a chilling cold that penetrated to the bone. Why did her right hand feel so comfortable instead?

What on earth is going on? Li Chunyuan murmured for the second time. Today's events are truly perplexing; first, the rumored zombies appeared, and now, why has he experienced such inexplicable changes in himself? It seems that his right hand has acquired a freezing power. Is this a good thing or a bad thing? Li Chunyuan is completely at a loss.

However, he did not act immediately, but instead slowly maneuvered forward at an angle, circling to more than twenty meters outside the factory gate. The night had not yet passed, and the moon was still high in the sky. Li Chun took advantage of the moonlight to observe the situation at the entrance of the grain processing factory.

The population in the residential community is indeed far greater compared to that of the nearby grain processing factory, and when it comes to the search for food necessary for survival, there is no doubt that the grain processing factory takes priority.

When the things in the book became reality, there was always a faint sense of absurdity. Li Chunyuan did not know whether what was said in those books was true or not. He exhaled a breath of warm air and stood up again. To understand the situation, sitting here was of no use; he still had to go to the main entrance of the grain processing factory to take a look.

The two hands clasped together, and Li Chun began to rub them, attempting to eliminate the inexplicable sensation in her right hand. However, after rubbing for quite a while, it was her left hand that grew cold first, as if she were holding an ice block, and her frozen left palm began to ache faintly.

Li Chunyuan released his hand and carefully examined the clump of soil, discovering that it was surprisingly adorned with a faint frost, resembling stone. In an instant, the soft clump of soil was transformed by Li Chunyuan's right hand into a solid mass of frozen earth

Furrowing her brow in thought, Li Chun stood up and walked into the field. She scraped the soil beneath a clump of wheat seedlings a few times, grasped a handful of slightly damp earth, and then clenched it tightly in her right hand. As she exerted force with her hand, the cool sensation in her right hand immediately began to fluctuate slightly, as if responding to her actions

Li Chun thought for a moment, then turned and walked towards the grain processing plant. Perhaps one could find temporary safety in the residential area, but how would the issue of survival be resolved next? Survival requires food and books; how would one address this? No normal household could possibly have food for more than half a month, and the only place that could solve this issue is the grain processing plant

Although there are many people in the residential community who have turned into zombies, most of them are still isolated in their rooms, and their transformation into zombies poses little threat. The zombies outside are also sparse; although they may gather, it seems relatively easy to escape. The grain processing factory, however, has only about one hundred people, and with the night shift, there are certainly no more than fifty individuals present. A group of several dozen people is a larger number, and being gathered together makes it significantly more dangerous. The grain processing factory has only about one hundred people, and with the night shift, there are certainly no more than fifty individuals present. A group of several dozen people is a larger number, and being gathered together makes it significantly more dangerous.

Carefully feel your palm, putting all your thoughts into this right hand, Li Chun suddenly sensed that icy sensation. It was as if in summer, one had immersed their hand in the cool water of a well, experiencing only a sense of comfortable ease, devoid of any chill.

No, this is not an illusion. Although it is now early winter, the chill is not something that a palm should possess; it absolutely should not be this cold. Li Chunyuan clasped his two hands together, and upon comparison, the difference was indeed striking. The left hand was slightly warm, while the right hand's palm was almost as cold as ice, exuding a piercing chill.

The dark green steel gate was tightly closed, and the small access door beside it also appeared to be shut. Li Chun furrowed his brows even tighter: "While this is safe, how can I know what is happening inside? The walls around are covered with shards of glass, and I cannot climb in. Am I to be left helpless?"

After walking for a while, Li Chunyuan, holding the bundle of ropes and carrying a short knife, arrived again at the place where he had just killed the zombie. The corpse still lay there alongside the book, its neck twisted in a strange manner, the head already severed by Li Chunyuan. The grain processing factory was enveloped in silence; just a wall away was a dead city, while outside there were lush green fields of wheat seedlings, presenting a truly peculiar sense of contradiction.

Li Chun originally had no hope of living. He nervously tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a forced expression that could be considered a smile: "The apocalypse? For me, the apocalypse has long since arrived! The end of my family, the end of my life, the end of my existence—what difference does it make whether it comes a day earlier or a day later?"

Shaking her head to sweep away these worries, Li Chun recalled her previous understanding of zombies in movies and novels: their hearing is very sensitive, their vision is poor, and some say their sense of smell is keen while others claim it is quite weak. However, there is no doubt that in all movies and novels, zombies tend to move slowly and possess strength that exceeds that of normal humans.

Li Chun vaguely heard a scream and slightly frowned: to find a place to live, there are now only two options, a residential community and a grain processing factory

"What the hell is going on outside?" In the pitch-black night, someone shouted. Then a muffled roar accompanied by a scream followed, "Are you crazy, woman? Hey, hey, are you biting me? Ah!" Everything returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

What is going on? Could it be that I accidentally got touched by that zombie? Li Chunyuan carefully checked himself from head to toe, and apart from the blood splattered on his pants and hands, there was indeed not a single wound. Does even being splattered with blood count? Moreover, this isn't a sign of turning into a zombie, is it?

Li Chunyuan leaned against the wall and sat down, gently touching his forehead. He couldn't help but take a deep breath; a layer of fine sweat had appeared in the palm of his hand without him noticing, cold and chilling, almost like ice cubes just taken out of a refrigerator. He lightly wiped the fine sweat on his palm on his pants, and habitually placed his hand back on his forehead, preparing to think of a way to deal with the one hundred zombies inside.

Yes, I still do not want to die, even if it means becoming a stray dog, even if this world has turned into an apocalypse, and everything seems devoid of hope, yet I still do not wish to die. Therefore, let us survive, without those extravagant ideals and hopes, merely for the sake of living

Li Chun looked around; apart from this grain processing factory, there were no other buildings, nor any water source. He could not find a place where he could utilize his abilities, so he simply sat down to carefully consider how to deal with the mindless workers of the grain processing factory

Li Chunyuan could neither say he was afraid nor that he was not afraid; he simply felt that it did not matter anymore. Originally, he had planned to find a place to stay here, but now it seemed that this was not a good place at all. A cold wind blew by, and Li Chunyuan's mind became clear; he did not know what was happening, but a surge of strength welled up within him. Silently touching his own face, he began to understand: he still did not want to die

Li Chunyuan's family originally engaged in both part-time work and farming, and the land for this grain processing factory was initially dispensable. However, he knew without a doubt what was going on; his father was a retired soldier with a straightforward and stubborn temperament. If someone threatened him, he would certainly resist. Huang Laosan, on the other hand, came from a background of thuggery, and his usual tactic was intimidation. The cause and effect of this matter did not require any investigation from Li Chunyuan; it was that clear.

The journey was exceptionally quiet, and Li Chunyuan seemed to walk aimlessly, just moving slowly. His home was no longer there; where was he to go? Li Chunyuan had no answer, only a reluctance to leave this place too far behind, a desire not to depart from here. It seemed that by staying here, the spirits of his parents could see him, providing a sense of comfort in his heart

Li Chun seemed to have an epiphany as he placed his right hand on his forehead, a chill coursing through him that made him even calmer: So this is how it is, is this my own ability? Perhaps my chances of clearing this grain processing plant have increased? What can this ability do? If there is a water source, creating a pile of sharp ice spikes on the ground should yield quite a good effect

The grain processing plant is now silent, enveloped in a deathly stillness. Although the exact circumstances are unknown, one can easily surmise that the zombies have bitten everyone to death. The heavy stench of blood can even be faintly detected by Li Chunyuan outside the factory.

Two or three miles ahead, there are several suburban residential communities. Li Chunyuan looked up and saw some shadowy figures standing on the road, as if in a dream. Those are zombies! Li Chunyuan could finally be certain: this world has changed, a biohazard, zombies have emerged from the city, no longer mere science fiction or fantasy, and it is feared that these things will be seen everywhere in the future

Li Chunyuan leisurely circled around a wall and looked towards the entrance of the grain processing factory. The entrance was eerily quiet, with neither zombies wandering about nor any trace of humans, as if nothing had ever happened. This was just a side view; Li Chunyuan was very eager to sneak over and see the front of the gate, to observe what was happening inside the factory.