Chapter 9, Madness

A crisp sound startled Leng Yang, who was lost in madness. He looked around in confusion and happened to see the lighter and the old Nokia phone that had fallen from his pants pocket onto the ground

Leng Yang noticed that there were no children, yet the street was littered with some bones. He found it strange; weren't zombies supposed to be contagious? How could there still be bones? These questions merely flashed through his mind, and he paid them no further attention. The zombies before him were what truly concerned him

The zombies on the street come in various forms. From their tattered clothing, one can vaguely discern their former professions: the elderly who used to buy groceries, the white-collar workers, and the young men and women in their prime. However, now with black blood oozing from their lips and only the whites of their eyes visible, they share a common name: once human, now zombies

Leng Yang was completely terrified; the sheer number of zombies was entirely different from the few he faced yesterday. He had no thoughts of resistance whatsoever. Initially, he crouched down, thinking he should run as soon as the zombies approached, but now he could only lean against the side of the vehicle to prevent himself from collapsing.

There are quite a few zombies on the street, but many are trapped inside cars. However, there are still quite a number wandering around. Leng Yang is hiding behind a Buick, waiting for the right moment, though he is unsure whether this method will be effective

His eye sockets have begun to become bloodshot. If this continues, Leng Yang will become a madman, yet he is unaware of it, only knowing the mechanical act of striking. Countless times of lifting his leg, putting it down, lifting his leg, putting it down

When Leng Yang fully regained consciousness, he realized that his entire body was sore and weak, with a sharp pain in his knees and discomfort in his upper arms. In short, he was in pain all over. He leaned against the wall and softly slid down to the ground. Closing his eyes, he fell into a deep sleep.

Leng Yang's sprint attracted the attention of several zombies, but they were ultimately too slow to catch up. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Leng Yang ran a full fifty meters before finding a place to hide

However, in the current situation, he used the wrong place for the map and book, beginning to panic at the sight of zombies, feeling fear in close contact with them. Later, in a desperate struggle, his own fantasies caused Leng Yang to lose his sanity. Even though the zombies now had completely lost their strength, and even though he had already smashed one into two pieces, with only the upper half still tightly grasped in his hands, he continued to push forward.

It is unclear how much time has passed, but Cold Yang's helmet is already covered with the rotten blood spewed by the zombies. At this moment, Cold Yang's eyes are wide open, his teeth clenched, and his face contorted with rage. The strength of the zombie is gradually diminishing, yet Cold Yang remains undeterred, tightly holding the zombie under its armpits with both hands, continuously striking with his knees.

With a startled "Wow!", Leng Yang attempted to pick up the axe that was propped against the ground. However, the zombie had already tightly grasped Leng Yang's arms with both hands and began trying to bite him. Fortunately, Leng Yang's helmet protected his head and neck, making it difficult for the zombie to get a bite.

Leng Yang glanced at the zombies still outside the parking lot, estimated the distance, and suddenly sprinted forward. He needed to run far enough before these zombies could react, in order to find a safe corner.

The zombie slowly poked its head out, aimed at Leng Yang's position, extended its hands, and crawled out of the window. Unbeknownst to Leng Yang, his experience told him that zombies were quite foolish; they were merely numerous.

This road is not a main thoroughfare; it is merely a small two-way lane. The number of people on the street cannot be considered large, yet even so, the power of one or two hundred zombies gathering together has completely overturned Leng Yang's imagination

At the beginning, Leng Yang was still careful not to let the zombies get too close, but now he did not want the zombies to move away. A person and a zombie were tightly pressed against each other. At this moment, the strength of the zombie's grip on his hands had diminished significantly, so instead, he was holding onto the zombie firmly.

Leng Yang leaned against a wall of the courtyard, resting. This time, he truly exerted himself, running while carrying a backpack weighing twenty to thirty pounds, and occasionally having to deal with the approaching zombies. He was utterly exhausted.

Leng Yang was resting against the wall, unaware that a zombie had appeared in the window above his head. This zombie seemed to be stronger than the others, but most importantly, at that moment, Leng Yang did not make much noise, yet it noticed his presence

The zombies moved slowly towards the direction of the hospital. The gathering of the "people" was indeed a spectacular sight, with tens and hundreds of zombies crowding together, advancing slowly and unsteadily. At this moment, Leng Yang was only about ten meters away from them, hiding behind a car outside the parking lot near the street.

He bit his lip tightly, refusing to let out even the slightest sound. His hands gripped the fire axe with all their might, so forcefully that the knuckles and veins on his fists were clearly visible.

The sky had just begun to brighten, with a hint of white appearing at the horizon. The opposite exterior wall turned slightly white. The cold sun awakened, around six o'clock in the morning. He had a hearty breakfast and began his new day.

Leaning against the Buick's body, Leng Yang gradually exerted himself to rise from a crouch. Just moments ago, he had unconsciously settled completely against the car's side. He carefully made no sound, and amidst the noise of the moving horde of zombies, he succeeded.

Inhaling the morning air, Leng Yang's mind became increasingly clear; it had been a long time since he experienced the feeling of stepping out before the sun had risen.

Leng Yang's arms were tightly grasped by the zombie, whose strength was evidently immense, leaving him unable to break free. The foul stench emanating from the zombie's mouth, its mutated white teeth, and the black blood at the corners of its mouth all appeared before Leng Yang with an unmistakable clarity.

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Leng Yang hurriedly threw the zombie away. At this moment, the zombie was not dead yet, but it had already lost all its strength, its hands drooping limply, with only its teeth occasionally moving. Leng Yang picked up the axe from the ground and with one swing, cleaved the zombie's skull, finally putting it to rest.

Leng Yang had become somewhat deranged; he was indifferent to the putrid blood of the zombies, unconcerned about the tears in his overcoat caused by their claws. All he knew was that this was his irreconcilable enemy.

Leng Yang was increasingly cautious as he observed the zombies continuously pouring into the hospital. He dared not be careless; there were simply too many, at least hundreds. He crouched down, slowed his breathing, and curled his body as much as possible. The zombies moved slowly, and Leng Yang still needed to wait.

Yesterday, he killed quite a number of zombies, and this achievement made Leng Yang feel quite impressive. He even mocked internally, thinking, what is the apocalypse? It's just that simple; with a little strategy and some small tools, one can easily prevail. Now he realizes what the true apocalypse really is

But now it is different; without the constraints of society, without any prospects, without the expectations of family, he lives alone in the end times and naturally does not need to restrain his nature. For the enemy, it is a fight to the death!

Only Leng Yang knows himself; he would never hold a grudge that could be resolved with a fight. He is easy to get along with and generally has no enemies. However, if someone is regarded by him as an adversary, there is only one way to resolve it: to bring about the other's ruin, leaving no survivors. Yet society will not permit this, and he can only endure. After all, those minor conflicts and petty grievances are not worth such a brutal form of retaliation

For the sake of convenience in action, Leng Yang ultimately gave up the iron fork, which had brought him numerous military achievements. Wearing a helmet and holding a fire axe, Leng Yang cautiously walked out of the hospital

The back of the zombie displayed a noticeable indentation, and Leng Yang had already emptied all the internal organs from its abdomen. If it were a human, it would have long been dead beyond revival. Even as a zombie, its lower limbs had completely lost their strength

Leng Yang discovered that his mobility far exceeded that of the limping zombies, yet the zombies' endurance greatly surpassed his. Many zombies outside the parking lot did not give up and were slowly approaching him.

Watching the zombie struggle to bite, Leng Yang gradually calmed down. Although his arms were becoming increasingly constricted, he still had a chance to resist. Leng Yang controlled his hands to tightly grip the zombie's armpits, continuously using his knees to strike the zombie's abdomen.

Leng Yang watched as the zombies pushed aside the cars blocking their path. It would be more accurate to say they shoved them aside, trampling the glass on the ground. There was no coordinated assault; it was simply a relentless advance, breaking through the obstacles in front of them with their numerical superiority. After hundreds of feet had passed, Leng Yang witnessed a lady's LV handbag being ruthlessly crushed into a flat piece.

As long as he turns around this wall, he will reach the police station. This is the desperate goal of Leng Yang. He no longer thinks too much; life in the apocalypse has taught him that living one more day is a day gained, and accomplishing one task is an achievement. First, he must find the police station, and beyond that, he cannot afford to think any further.

Fortunately, Leng Yang was quite familiar with the roads in his area. He quickly navigated through several alleys, leaving the zombies far behind. There were not many zombies in the alleys, all of which Leng Yang dealt with using his large knife.

Leng Yang was startled by the sound, and then he saw the zombie right in front of him through the glass of his helmet, so close that the zombie's face was just outside the helmet.

About ten minutes later, a window on the third floor of the hospital suddenly fell, producing a loud noise. Nearby zombies began to move towards the source of the sound

Fortunately, the zombies did not notice Leng Yang and the library in the distance; their target was the hospital office building in the parking lot. The movement of the zombies also caused quite a commotion. As Leng Yang observed that most of the zombies had entered the parking lot, he finally made up his mind.

This is a delay "bomb" made by Leng Yang himself. Last night, he pushed a writing desk to the window and secured it with a rope he found, the other end of which was fixed to a hook on the ceiling. Then, after preparing everything this morning, he lit a short candle he found under the nurse's station, which would ignite the rope after burning for a certain amount of time

With a loud bang, the zombie fell directly beside Leng Yang; had he not moved just in time, it would have landed squarely on his head

Leng Yang looked at the phone on the ground with the screen facing up, smiled, and thought to himself that it was a sturdy device that had accompanied him for many years. In that moment, many thoughts flashed through his mind, and he suddenly realized that he was still tightly holding onto a zombie.

Leng Yang is an honest person in society, who endures bullying when it occurs and is often looked down upon. But who knows his thoughts? It is not that he does not wish to rise up and resist; however, he understands that once he does, it will lead to financial losses for his family and cause even greater troubles. He does not live in this world alone, which is why he often chooses to endure.

Leng Yang's fantasy ability is remarkably powerful. He has projected all the grievances and injustices he has endured over the past twenty years onto this zombie, allowing him to feel neither disgust nor fear. As he watches the zombie being repeatedly struck with knee blows, and the black blood continuously oozing from its mouth, Leng Yang experiences a peculiar sense of pleasure

He exerted all his strength, desperately trying to prevent the zombie from breaking his arms, while his knees continuously struck the zombie's abdomen. Cold sunlight filtered through the helmet as he coldly regarded the male zombie, who appeared to be in his thirties. He imagined it as his harsh boss at work, as the bully from school who used to beat him, as the rival who encroached upon his territory. In any case, it was not a zombie.