Chapter 0002: Zombies

He had already tried to think of the situation in the worst possible light, yet he did not anticipate that things would turn out to be much worse than he had expected. The entire city of Changsha remained shrouded in smoke, and even now, distant screams, gunfire, and explosions could be heard intermittently. Looking around, many zombies were wandering in groups outside his house, some of them incessantly tearing at the corpses on the ground, while the road leading to Martyrs' Park was densely packed with a mass of black figures. For some unknown reason, most of the zombies in this area had gathered near the supermarket across from the park. The sight was chilling, and it was fortunate that Martyrs' Park was relatively far from the city center, where the foot traffic was not as heavy; it was estimated that the density of zombies in the city center would be even greater.

"That's not right. My home is right by the road, and usually it's noisy here in the mornings, bustling with traffic and people. The sounds of cars and vendors are incredibly loud; otherwise, I wouldn't have installed double-glazed soundproof windows in my bedroom. Why is it so quiet this morning? Is the curfew still in effect?" Zhou Yulong scratched his tousled hair and muttered to himself. He then walked to the bathroom window, opened it, and the scene before him left him stunned. Is the curfew still in effect?" Zhou Yulong scratched his tousled hair and muttered to himself. He then walked to the bathroom window, opened it, and the scene before him left him stunned.

One must act upon thought; at this moment, Zhou Yulong's fear of death was put into play. Without a second thought, he rushed to the first floor to ensure that all doors and windows were locked and reinforced. Seeing the sturdy security bars outside the window, he couldn't help but appreciate his mother's foresight; it turned out that security bars not only prevent theft but also zombies. After propping the main door with some wooden planks left by the renovation workers, he slowly returned to the rooftop and began to carefully observe the surrounding environment through binoculars.

What is this? Zombies? Impossible! Impossible! I must be dreaming at hetushu.com!" Zhou Yulong muttered to himself, rubbing his eyes. He sat on the ground and took a deep breath for a long time, confirming that he was not dreaming before standing up again. He picked up the binoculars and looked again. This time he was truly certain; several people were slowly and unsteadily walking from around the corner, as if sharks had caught the scent of blood, heading towards Zhao Bo's house, competing with the zombies for this feast. Now he could see clearly that the biting zombies were actually his neighbors not far from his home. He was truly certain; several people were slowly and unsteadily walking from around the corner, as if sharks had caught the scent of blood, heading towards Zhao Bo's house, competing with the zombies for this feast. Now he could see clearly that the biting zombies were actually his neighbors not far from his home. The neighbors he used to greet warmly were now transformed into zombies that seemed eager to devour his flesh and gnaw on his bones!

Zhou Yulong tightly gripped the dagger, hesitating for a long time. He finally threw the knife to the ground, its sharp blade embedding into the wooden floor, shaking incessantly. Zhou Yulong lay on the bed, covering himself with the blanket, murmuring softly: "I am worthless, I am truly worthless, I am afraid of death, I can't even dare to die..." As he spoke, tears streamed down his face. He hated his own ineptitude; he was not good at studying, could not find a girlfriend, was unsuccessful at work, and now he could not even dare to die. After all, he was just a homebody who grew up in the city, having never encountered difficulties or obstacles. He was afraid of death, truly afraid, and he did not dare to commit suicide.

Zhou Yulong was so frightened that his legs went weak, and he squatted on the ground, vomiting uncontrollably while his mind raced with chaotic thoughts, filled with memories of the horror movies he had watched before. "Dawn of the Dead," "28 Days Later," "Resident Evil," and even the "Zombieland" he had been watching just last night.

After thinking so much, Zhou Yulong's mood gradually calmed down, and he was no longer as frightened as before. He self-deprecatingly thought that so many elite backbone bosses had turned into zombies before the apocalypse, while he, a super homebody, managed to survive. This is undoubtedly a bitter irony. However, since heaven has given him this opportunity, he must live well. At the very least, he must strive to live until he can meet his family again. However, since heaven has given him this opportunity, he must live well. At the very least, he must strive to live until he can meet his family again

Zhou Yulong slowly woke up after turning over. He rubbed his head, which was slightly aching from oversleeping, stood up, and walked over to the computer. It was only then that he realized the computer had frozen and crashed.

At that moment, he finally saw clearly that four or five men were surrounding Zhao Bo, who was being pinned down and bitten. One man had pulled something out of Zhao Bo's abdomen, which was either a liver or some other organ, and swallowed it whole. Another man had torn off Zhao Bo's arm, which was adorned with a counterfeit Rolex watch, and was frantically tearing it apart and chewing on it.

The number of zombies gathering around Zhao Bo's house is increasing, and more zombies are staggering over from the corner of the street. The group of zombies feasting in the gloomy weather appears even more chilling, sending shivers down one's spine.

Taking a deep breath, he recalled the descriptions of zombies he had encountered over the years in horror films and novels. The most detailed concept of zombies is probably found in the "Resident Evil" series. These zombies are almost identical to those he had just seen outside: they move slowly but possess great strength. They can almost tear a person apart with their bare hands, and their biting force has also become significantly stronger. Zhou Yulong had read a book that stated that the strength of zombies is actually the same as that of humans; it is just that they have lost their self-preservation mechanism, allowing them to exert their full strength without hesitation. Humans, on the other hand, have a self-preservation mechanism, which causes them to hold back and hesitate when throwing punches. This is likely why zombies can tear a person apart with their bare hands. Therefore, based on this information, it is certainly not feasible to confront zombies head-on. Moreover, zombies do not feel pain; inflicting ten cuts on them is less effective than a single bite from them. Thus, as humans, we can only rely on tools and agile movements to deal with zombies. Furthermore, all horror films indicate that zombies are controlled by their brains, so the only vital point is the head.

An image of the apocalypse appeared before Zhou Yulong. The pavement outside was no longer discernible in its original color, everywhere was blood! Blood flowing like a stream!

The screen is stuck on a scene where a person is being bitten on the neck by a zombie, and he smiles helplessly. This computer has been with him for six or seven years, since his university days. His characteristics as a homebody have led him to browse numerous "famous" websites both domestically and internationally, which has, of course, resulted in his poor computer being infected countless times. If one were to compile a comprehensive guide to computer viruses, it is likely that the viruses this computer has encountered would occupy a significant portion of the book.

What on earth is happening? Why is there so much blood? Why are so many people gathered at Uncle Zhao's house?" Zhou Yulong looked outside in confusion. Suddenly, he heard a piercing scream coming from Uncle Zhao's house, which startled him so much that he trembled all over. In his life, apart from in movies, he had never heard anyone scream so tragically. He hurriedly rushed to the balcony, rummaged through the cabinet, and found the binoculars he had previously used to spy on girls from the boys' dormitory, and looked into Uncle Zhao's house.

Ugh! Ugh! What the hell is this!

What happened! Zhou Yulong rubbed his eyes and finally noticed that a group of people was gathered in the house across from him, though he couldn't see clearly due to the poor lighting.

He stood up in a daze after an unknown amount of time and walked towards the bedroom downstairs. Upon reaching the bedroom, he began to mutter to himself: "I don't want to become a zombie, how could this happen? I don't want to become a zombie like in the books, I would rather die than become a zombie!" After saying this, he suddenly rushed forward, opened the drawer, and took out a black spring knife. With a swift motion, the streamlined blade sprang out. The exquisite black body of the knife and the sharp gleaming edge indicated its excellent quality. This knife was a gift from his uncle on Zhou Yulong's 25th birthday. It was said to be a type used by the military, of very good quality and with many functions, intended for Zhou Yulong's self-defense while he was out. However, Zhou Yulong had kept this knife on his wrist.

After restarting the computer, I found that I still could not connect to the internet. I made another phone call, only to discover that it was also in a state of being unreachable. In a fit of anger, I threw my phone onto the bed and exclaimed, "Shameless China Mobile and China Telecom, I pay you so much money every year, and now I can't use your services! What the heck, I despise you..." Then I ran to the adjacent washroom to rinse my mouth, wash my face, and use the toilet. After completing all of this, I finally sensed that something was amiss.

Zhou Yulong's home is a standalone small house located next to Martyrs' Park, close to the roadside, with a very open view. When he set up the telescope again to observe, the surrounding environment made him involuntarily gasp in surprise

No, no... How could this happen?! How could this happen?! Why is it just him? Where is the rest of the team? Where is the army? Have they all turned into zombies as well? Why haven't I changed? Or will I also become a zombie? I don't want to be a disgusting zombie!" Zhou Yulong despaired as he squatted on the ground, holding his head and muttering to himself...

Suddenly, Zhou Yulong remembered the police. Yes! Where are the police? What about the military? No matter how formidable the zombies are, they would surely be no match for the machinery of the state. Sure enough, gunfire erupted from the street across. Then Zhou Yulong saw a police officer, holding a handgun, rushing swiftly towards them from the opposite street m.hetushu .com .com

At the stairway entrance of Zhao Bo's home, four or five people were huddled together, seemingly engaged in some activity, as if they were eating something, with quite a bit of movement. Zhou Yulong adjusted the magnification of his binoculars, bringing the view closer, and observed carefully.

Zhou Yulong waved his hand while shouting: "Police! Here! I'm here! Come quickly to save me, save..." The desperate cries for help suddenly came to an abrupt halt. Zhou Yulong watched in horror as a police officer was pounced on by a zombie that had leapt out from around the corner, followed by two, three, four... More and more zombies overwhelmed the officer, and before long, the tattered and bloodied officer stood up, swaying unsteadily as he joined the ranks of the undead.

After leaving the rooftop, Zhou Yulong returned to his bedroom and opened his computer once again. As expected, he still could not connect to the internet. He opened his video storage area to see if there was any knowledge that could assist him in changing his situation.

I do not know how my parents are doing in Bali, and I wonder about my uncle and the others. They must be fine, they certainly will be. I must survive; those people outside have turned into zombies, yet I am unharmed. It seems that one must be bitten, like in the movies, to become a zombie, so staying at home should be safe for now. My uncle is in a high-end community with strict security, and he lives on such a high floor that zombies should not be able to climb up. My parents are in Bali, where there aren't many people, so they should be safe as well. I must survive; I must see them again!" Zhou Yulong muttered to himself. He was not unaware that his uncle was likely in great danger, nor was he ignorant of the possibility that zombies might be rampant abroad, but he dared not think in that direction. He encouraged himself, engaging in self-hypnosis, fearing that if his parents and friends truly became zombies, he would lose the courage to continue living. He was not unaware that his uncle was likely in great danger, nor was he ignorant of the possibility that zombies might be rampant abroad, but he dared not think in that direction. He encouraged himself, engaging in self-hypnosis, fearing that if his parents and friends truly became zombies, he would lose the courage to continue living.