Chapter 5: The Unusual Movements of the Zombies

Just as Leng Yang was lying in bed preparing to sleep, he heard a faint sound coming from downstairs. Fortunately, the city had come to a standstill and Leng Yang had eliminated all the zombies that could make noise, allowing him to hear it.

Leng Yang began to inventory his equipment. There was no need to mention the clothing; after several battles, he had already made his selections: a thermal undershirt, a silk shirt, a wool sweater, interspersed with the aluminum pieces from his smoothed-out biscuit tin, a leather jacket from a neighbor, the authenticity of which was uncertain, and over it all, he wore his military-style overcoat. After this period of training, he was basically able to move freely.

Three hours later, around three thirty in the morning, it was the darkest hour. Leng Yang woke up, not relying on an alarm clock; his internal biological clock reminded him automatically. He was no longer living in the past, no longer qualified to sleep in until he naturally woke up. He was now living in the apocalypse, this damned world where survival until evening was not guaranteed.

Leng Yang thought for a moment and then stuffed it into his pants pocket as usual, taking it with him every time he went out. It didn't matter that it had no power; after all, it had been a long time since the phone had rung.

The jeans paired with high-top military boots were all prepared by him long ago, and they are very clean, as he had not worn them at home. He knew that one day he would encounter such a situation. Spending a thousand days at home is easy, but going out brings many difficulties. Perhaps in the future, there will be few opportunities to wear clean clothes.

A high-quality imitation of a U.S. military backpack, inside of which are prepared some essential items for survival in an apocalyptic scenario. A Swiss Army knife, a watch (not worn on the wrist but placed in the pocket on the chest), two disposable lighters and a book, a bag of phosphorus laundry detergent found in the tenant's room, a bag of cotton, and a small amount of gauze was also included. Red flower oil, two versions of Contac, and four versions of ethylene spiramycin capsules (which are antibiotics). A bottle of iodine (initially unused by Keng Yang to save it, as iodine is harder to find in the wild than white vinegar), a pack of tea leaves, and finally, a pack of salt along with an old-fashioned flashlight that comes with two batteries.

Leng Yang went to listen to the sounds of the zombies again. Fortunately, there were quite a few below. However, the zombies could only rely on luck to push aside the piles of debris, waiting for the objects to slide down due to gravity. There was still time; they had not progressed much compared to when they first came up.

The food is now ready, and Leng Yang did not prepare to take the shield with him, as there are better alternatives outside. Mobility is the priority.

He thought for a moment and decided to put a pen and a small notebook into www.hetushu.com, along with some fishing line he found at his neighbor's house. The book mentioned also preparing a sewing kit, but Leng Yang hesitated for a long time before bringing it along, as he did not know how to use it. If he had not seen other living people yesterday, he would not have considered taking it to occupy precious space. With two pairs of gloves, one large and one small, that fit perfectly, Leng Yang's equipment was complete.

There is only one possibility: the zombies downstairs are moving. Leng Yang got up and approached the blocked corridor. Indeed, there were sounds of zombies coming from below, and the zombies were climbing upstairs

He slowly picked up the old Nokia phone that had long run out of battery. This phone had accompanied him for many years, from the time when he received countless calls and messages every day, to later when he would only receive spam messages once every ten days or half a month. From his friends envying the new models at hetushu.com to having to hide while answering calls, it had been with Leng Yang every step of the way. In fact, wasn't it a true reflection of Leng Yang himself

Leng Yang left the rooftop and returned to his small dwelling. At this moment, he felt profound sadness, both for himself and for humanity. The entire urban area has at least several hundred thousand people, yet all Leng Yang knows of are himself and the occupants of that one vehicle. Perhaps there are many other survivors like him in the city. However, amidst the tide of zombies, the number of humans is dismally low.

Leng Yang was taken aback; the corridor was completely blocked by him. Not long ago, he had frequently checked it, but later, since the zombies had not come upstairs, he became indifferent. It turns out that avoidance ultimately must confront reality.

Leng Yang did not look back. He returned home, pushed out some clutter from the floor, climbed onto the bed with the books and diagrams, and took out an old-fashioned alarm clock he had borrowed from someone else's house, setting the time. He intended to sleep for a while, just three hours, as this was the only hope he had to proceed to the next step: escaping from home, a plan he had envisioned countless times in his mind but had never acted upon.

On the upper layer of the backpack, he placed two bottles of mineral water, fifteen pieces of chocolate, and fifteen pieces of hard candy (this was his final reserve that he wanted to keep). In the pocket of his jacket, he put a small piece of cured meat, which could serve as both a shield and salt

Embracing the iron fork staff, Leng Yang sat beside his computer desk, gently touching this companion that had been with him for many years. Once, this was the place where he spent the most time each day, whether surfing the internet or gaming, freely galloping in his own world. However, now, no, in fact, it was on the day the apocalypse began that his world had already been shattered. He no longer needed this virtual world.