Chapter 1: The Homebody in the Apocalypse

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Zombies appeared all over the city, and Leng Yang, who had been living in the urban village in a state of despair for several years, was compelled to begin his struggle under the threat of the zombies. He wanted to survive

The clickbait certainly has its charm. Leng Yang opened the links one by one, and indeed, it was just a sensationalist display over trivial matters. It was merely a few individuals consuming drugs and biting a few people. The otaku remained calm. After watching several highlights of the matches, he was just about to go to the novel website to continue reading his ongoing novel

After an unknown amount of time, Leng Yang finally felt that he could move his body again. He crawled back to the living room, taking one and a half steps at a time, leaning against the wall and gasping for breath

The attributes of a homebody are indeed powerful. Leng Yang became so engrossed in the novel that he only realized the internet was down when it was time to cast his recommendation vote. Not wanting to think too much about it, he took out his tablet, burrowed into his blanket, and started watching the downloaded movie.

Just last month, at the end of February 2013, a meteorite passed over Russia, causing injuries to more than 1,000 people. Upon seeing the reports online, Leng Yang muttered to himself, "Why didn't it just hit the ground? Aside from the beautiful women, everything else about the Russians is trash." He then paid no further attention to this news.

As night fell, Leng Yang, as usual, closed the doors and windows in preparation for sleep, completely ignoring the large fire on the distant highway

He recalled the past, when he had also fought hard, battling time and again, whether in school or in society. However, everything turned out to be different from what he had imagined. Then he shrank back, avoiding the expectations of his family, evading the calls of his friends, and escaping from everything. But does heaven not spare him even so?

He thought he could live as he did before, without a care, day after day. However, the reality was that he couldn't sleep all night. He kept thinking about his parents, friends, a female classmate with whom he had a flirtation, as well as his past ideals and joys.

Only when closing the door did he consider whether to reinforce it, but after a moment's thought, he decided it was pointless since it would lead to death anyway, so he left it as it was. He did not bother with it and went to sleep.

Several individuals were pinning a person against the wall, biting him. The hot pot restaurant downstairs was also in disarray. Leng Yang looked down from the balcony and could see everything clearly. The man's arm had already been torn off, and the splattered blood along with the stark white bone filled Leng Yang's vision, unconsciously reminding his numbed nerves of the pig's trotters at the market.

I had a delightful lunch at noon, and in the afternoon, I prepared a table full of Coca-Cola, Chinese cigarettes as gifts, leftover Ferrero chocolates from the New Year, Oreo cookies, and Danish cookies. This is the last indulgence I grant myself. In the afternoon, I plan to read a good novel and enjoy some films featuring Yui Hatano. This is how my life will be.

However, he is now left with no way to escape. He can avoid society, but he cannot detach himself from books, as he needs food, water, the internet, and clothing. He is fully aware of these necessities; he merely pretends not to know.

These foods are not very nutritious, especially considering that he is currently engaged in high-intensity exercise, yet this is still one of the things he is most grateful for

In other words, Leng Yang has been engaging in this intense training for over a month now, which is quite hard to imagine. This is because Leng Yang is a homebody. Throughout his long life, he has become lazy and has been living in a state of complacency. What has rekindled his former motivation?

However, on that day, when he opened the news headlines and was about to click on the Premier League, he saw the website's headline stating, "Mad dog bites man, shot dead by our brave police." "Zombies appear in Russia, nine lives lost." "Rainfall across the globe, experts explain a millennium phenomenon."

The English Premier League section of Sina.com needs to be visited, the novel website is a must, then a few well-known websites should be checked, visit some gaming forums, and voilà, the day's tasks are complete, earning an experience boost of 100,000, then log off to sleep. This is the daily plan of Leng Yang.

Hold on a little longer! A stream of hot breath escaped with the movement of Leng Yang, and the increasingly labored gasps indicated that his body was nearing its limit. Leng Yang suddenly thrust his waist forward, then released his hands, collapsing onto the ground, motionless

Leng Yang is a homebody, but that does not mean he is not intelligent. Although reading those online novels may lack substance, they have accompanied him through countless nights. This has also fostered in him an attitude of indifference towards any situation he encounters

Standing dazed on the balcony for quite a while, he finally came to his senses under the cold sun. He plopped down onto the ground, staring blankly as the "crowd" below dispersed. Every hair on his body stood on end, feeling extremely sensitive, yet in reality, he was completely unable to move.

However, starting from this day, Leng Yang decided not to use the gas stove anymore. This thought occurred to him while he was cooking, and in the end, he prepared a splendid meal for himself. He thought to himself, just for today, he would enjoy everything. If zombies were to come knocking, then so be it; he had been avoiding this for so long, and he was tired.

This is a very common sheet of notebook paper, densely filled with numerous words, including sit-ups, push-ups, and frog jumps. For each completed task, Leng Yang draws a mark on it, and there are already more than ten check marks on it.

However, not long after, the weather became strange. At the end of February, it was still so cold that the temperature dropped to several degrees below zero, which was hard for the cold Yang, who was born in the south, to imagine. Moreover, the continuous light rain prevented the temperature from rising.

The prophecy of the Mayans in 2012 did not come to pass, and people naturally rejoiced. However, Leng Yang, a reclusive individual, did not share this positive outlook; he actually wished for a complete reboot of the Earth's servers so that everyone could start anew. Yet, wishes are merely wishes. The apocalypse did not arrive, and he felt no dissatisfaction, continuing to live his simple life, browsing the internet, reading novels, and posting on forums. Thus, life went on in this manner. Yet, wishes are merely wishes. The apocalypse did not arrive, and he felt no dissatisfaction, continuing to live his simple life, browsing the internet, reading novels, and posting on forums. Thus, life went on in this manner.

After hosting relatives who came to visit him, Leng Yang's homebody nature was in full swing. Taking advantage of the Spring Festival shopping, he made a large purchase of convenience foods and ingredients to maintain his habit of going out once a month

Every day online was the only pleasure for Leng Yang, who had nothing to do, but he would never forget that day: February 28, 2013

After completing his morning exercise, Leng Yang arrived at his kitchen and muttered to himself, "There is still one bag of rice, weighing five kilograms, but there is no milk. Three sausages and three packets of pickled vegetables, not bad." He then turned to look at the other side, "Two bags of Oreos, half a box of instant noodles, and one box of Nongfu Spring."

Suddenly, a scream echoed from downstairs. Initially, he paid no attention to it, but when he heard the piercing cries for help and the sound of people scattering in panic, Leng Yang became unsettled and hurried to the balcony to look down.

This is not a case of drug use or something strange; this is a zombie. Leng Yang confirmed this point. Can the residents of the urban village consume those noble toys and literature?

And now, he truly has no place to escape to; Leng Yang cried. He had not cried for many years, and he found it hard to imagine that his final refuge had also turned into this. The last shred of escape in his heart made him weep

Ling Yang got out of bed and turned on the computer, then went to wash up. It was convenient. After finishing, he took milk and bread out of the refrigerator, opened the window, and sat down in front of the computer, ready to begin his day of staying at home.

After a long time, he finally regained his composure and slowly got up from the ground. He crossed out an item on a piece of paper, saying, "Almost 500 now; indeed, human potential is truly brought out under pressure"

The month before last was the Spring Festival of 2013. Although Cold Sun's parents had long passed away, he still had some relatives to keep in touch with, so he purchased a piece of cured meat (because he didn't like it, but it seemed inappropriate not to have cured meat during the New Year) and ten pounds of sausage (which he found quite good, so he bought a bit more)

No matter what, after crying and complaining enough, Leng Yang returned to his home. He wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and prepared lunch. Life must go on

Leng Yang began to reflect on his past life; this world was not as he had imagined, and it never had been. He wanted to escape, retreating from society back to his home, fleeing from his circle of friends back to his home, escaping from his home into books, into games, into his own world