Chapter 1100: Chapter 1100
In the cellar. The rıghtful source is 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝗇𝗲𝘵
"It must be hard always hiding here, right?"
Lin Fan felt that while this place was safe, the cramped and confined environment easily made people’s mood oppressive.
Of course, whether one feels oppressed or not isn’t the main concern; the most important thing is staying alive.
Yang Mei said, "It is indeed uncomfortable, but fortunately it’s safe. Now it’s genuinely difficult to find a safe place in the apocalypse. To have such a safe place, what is there to complain about?"
"That’s true." Lin Fan agreed wholeheartedly, "Would you be willing to go to Sunshine Shelter? It’s very safe there, and many survivors are rebuilding civilized society through their efforts."
He needed the other’s consent.
If they were willing to go, he would take them.
If they weren’t, he would respect their choice.
After all, among the survivors he encountered, some indeed weren’t willing to go to the shelter, choosing instead to continue in the apocalypse according to their own ideas.
He could understand those people’s thoughts.
They wanted to use their limited power to bring some change to this dystopian world.
"We are willing, but why don’t you take the child first while we look for our lost companions?" Yang Mei said.
She believed their lost companions were surely still alive, just not knowing where they had fled.
Lin Fan said, "I understand your thoughts, but truthfully, given your situation, trying to survive in this apocalypse really relies on luck. You can’t always rely on luck, otherwise, problems will occur."
He was being honest and didn’t want to see two lives lost in vain.
The apocalypse isn’t fun at all. It’s really dangerous, and any carelessness could see one get torn open by zombies, all sorts of innards pulled out, brutally unsightly.
Yang Mei and Lu Jing knew he was speaking the truth.
They survived until now not just by being cautious, but luck played a significant role too.
The ground shook, and they felt the vibrations staying in the cellar.
"What happened?" Yang Mei appeared a bit nervous.
Lu Jing nervously said, "Could it be zombies...?"
If it really was zombies, he couldn’t imagine how many would be needed to cause such commotion. It’s terrifying.
"Let’s go out and see, don’t worry," Lin Fan said calmly.
Yang Mei and Lu Jing exchanged glances.
Upon reaching the surface and seeing the surroundings, their mouths gaped with bewilderment in their eyes.
"Damn... this is too terrifying."
Lu Jing’s voice was trembling.
Dust surged, and heads bobbed, surrounded by zombies from all directions, the quantity overwhelming, every step the zombies took made the ground shake violently.
Faced with such a situation, Yang Mei and Lu Jing had long since despaired. Anyone facing this would fall silent in despair, even giving up resistance.
The numbers were just too many, stretching beyond sight.
Yang Mei swallowed hard.
Lin Fan said, "Don’t worry, I’m here."
He felt their tension, their bodies trembling; he could understand, not everyone had witnessed such a scene.
They looked at Lin Fan perplexedly, "Can we handle this?"
Lin Fan confidently smiled, "I’ve faced hordes too many times before, this is nothing. Just relax, with me here, you just need to watch."
He hoped they could be at ease, not always engulfed in fear.
Face it with a normal heart.
They wanted to say they also wished to face it with a normal heart, but the sheer number of zombies was too terrifying; watching them was frightening.
Lin Fan looked on calmly.
There are many types of zombies.
Most were ordinary zombies, many evolutionary zombies, naturally.
The majority were powerful zombies, speedy zombies, tyrants, and other elementary and medium stage zombies.
Within the horde, a Creator walked among the zombies like a celestial being, it was the king zombie of this territory, reaching the Creator stage, very concerned about territory.
Two tigers don’t share a mountain; if another Creator appears here, they might talk but definitely can’t stay in its territory.
Receiving information from zombies, it wouldn’t tolerate humans stepping into its territory.
To showcase the arrogance of being a Creator.
It didn’t hesitate to parade the zombies, so people or spies from other Creators could see who was strongest in the south.
The advancing zombie army slowed down, then stopped.
The horde, like an army, looked bizarre with various types, but stood unwaveringly, strictly following the Creator’s commands.
An ordinary zombie quickly came to the Creator, emitting hoarse sounds.
It sounded like intelligible noise to anyone else.
But the message from this ordinary zombie should be...
"Great Creator, those humans are hiding in that nook, I reported to you immediately after witnessing them firsthand. I ask the Great Creator to grant me a chance to charge for you; I wish to present their bloody flesh before you."
The Creator’s emotionless gaze fell on this ordinary zombie, a muffled sound came from its throat.
This ordinary zombie seemed to receive a command, and without a word, rushed toward the hiding place.
This Creator was somewhat different from other Creators.