Zombie Apocalypse: Don't be afraid, I'm not a good person.

Shenhe looked up and saw a woman in her thirties.

Her hair was hastily tied into a ponytail, with a few messy strands clinging to her pale cheeks, gently stirred by the warm breeze, adding to her disheveled and helpless appearance.

She covered her mouth tightly, not wanting to make a sound, forcing back the unbearable sobs in her throat, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

Large, hot tears rolled down her cheeks, each drop landing on her clothes and leaving faint damp stains.

"Aaaaah! Mom!"

After holding on for so long, the taut string in my heart finally snapped. My legs went weak, and I collapsed to the ground, burying my face in my knees. I could no longer suppress the grief in my heart and burst into tears.

Following her gaze, we saw a pile of corpses outside the wall, where an elderly female zombie lay silently on top of the group of bodies.

Judging from the remaining blurry outlines of its eyebrows and eyes, one can vaguely discern that it bears a striking resemblance to the woman, suggesting that the two are definitely mother and daughter.

Once the first person broke down in tears, the emotions that everyone had been suppressing seemed to burst forth, and several people soon had tears in their eyes.

Men, women, and children were all saddened, one by one leaning against the fence and weeping. Finally, they could no longer hold back and choked with sobs against the fence. Many people clenched their fists and pounded their bodies, and reached out to slap their own faces.

Finally, he knelt heavily on both knees and silently bowed and kowtowed to his relatives who had become zombie corpses.

"Dad! Your son is unfilial... I couldn't be there for you in your final days!"

"Mom, I see my mom... Oh my god..."

"Mom, please look at me again... pat my head like you used to, Mom. I'm Xiaohao..."

"Waaaaah...waaaah..."

Most of these elderly zombies lying on the ground were residents of this community, and they were all the close relatives and elders of these survivors.

Killing one's own parents and relatives is an unbearable experience for anyone, like being cut by a knife.

Sun Qi gazed quietly at the sorrowful scene before him, gently shaking his head, his eyes also quietly reddening.

He turned to look at Shenhe, whose expression was calm and expressionless, and sighed sincerely.

"Sigh, Mr. Shen, sometimes I really envy you. In this chaotic world, at least you have your parents and family to accompany you (to survive)..."

Shenhe interrupted him directly with a cold and indifferent tone, "I grew up in an orphanage."

Sun Qi choked, his expression freezing on his face.

He quickly turned to look at Tang Dashan, trying to change the subject, "Brother, you..."

Tang Dashan rolled his eyes at him. "Hmph, my parents died in a car accident when I was seventeen."

Sun Qi was stunned for a moment, blinked, and then shifted his gaze to Zhang Ran beside him.

Zhang Ran didn't say anything, but just glanced at him sideways and, unusually, rolled her eyes.

Sun Qiqian swallowed hard, his face full of embarrassment. "I'm so damn bad, how come I'm even worse off than us!"

Shenhe gave these people five minutes to get emotional. As soon as the five minutes were up, he immediately told Sun Qi to call them together to prepare to go to the supermarket to move things. No matter how upset he was, he had to fill a truck with supplies for them first.

Five minutes!

That's pretty much the limit of his patience!

At the entrance of the community supermarket, Shenhe and Sun Qi stood side by side at the front.

The supermarket hall was spacious and bright, with rows of shelves neatly arranged and piled high with all kinds of daily necessities.

Only a few rows of shelves were knocked askew and overturned; the vast majority of the other supplies were intact.

After all, zombies only eat the flesh and blood of living people and would never touch these sealed packages.

The survivors behind Sun Qi couldn't hide their excitement. There wasn't a single zombie in the supermarket, and the mountain of supplies in front of them was enough to sustain them for a long time.

Sun Qi turned to look at Shenhe with a beaming smile.

"Mr. Shen, feel free to choose any supplies here. Just tell me what you want, and you'll get priority!"

Shenhe turned around to face them and then began to say a series of things he wanted.

"Compressed biscuits, instant noodles, dried noodles, rice noodles, corn grits, oats, vacuum-packed steamed buns, multigrain biscuits, self-heating rice, self-heating hot pot..."

"Ham sausages, luncheon meat, canned pork, canned beef, canned fish, canned fruit..."

"Salt, sugar, honey, compressed brown sugar, chocolate, beef jerky, spicy strips in various flavors..."

"Soy sauce, vinegar, chili peppers, Sichuan peppercorns, star anise, cumin, cooking oil, hot pot base, MSG..."

"Various nuts, biscuits, milk tablets, candies, raisins, dried dates..."

"Toilet paper, sanitary napkins, wet wipes, tissues, garbage bags, soap, laundry detergent, toothpaste, toothbrush, shampoo, shower gel, towels..."

With each item mentioned, Sun Qi's expression grew more unpleasant, because everything Shen He talked about was an essential item that was easy to preserve. By the end, even the people behind him looked grim; some began to regret their words, while others subtly glared at Shen He with menacing expressions.

Shenhe observed the changes in these people's expressions, but he didn't care. What was rightfully his should be handed over to him properly, and no one could stop him.

There are two things in this world that do not belong to him.

First, things he doesn't want.

Secondly, it's something he can't take from someone else.

After Shenhe finished explaining what supplies he wanted, he casually gestured to Tang Dashan, who was waiting nearby, to bring the truck over.

Seeing the car approaching, Shenhe looked at Sun Qi and said, "President Sun, then I'll have to trouble your people to help."

Although Sun Qi felt the pinch, he had no intention of going back on his word. "Don't worry, this is what we agreed on."

He just hoped the car was only half full, so they would at least have more things left.

Tang Dashan reversed and parked the truck, with the rear facing the supermarket entrance. "Brother, we can load the goods now!"

Tang Dashan ran to the back of the car and opened the cargo door. Sun Qi craned his neck to look inside, only to find it completely empty!

Suddenly, everything went black!

These guys are all dressed neatly and standing at attention, how come they're even poorer than us! There's not a single thing in the car! Damn!

Before leaving, Shenhe made a point of packing everything in the carriage into his spatial storage; how could it not be empty!

Seeing Sun Qi and his group's faces turn pale and then red, looking both distressed and frustrated.

Shenhe and Zhang Ran smiled faintly.

The usually carefree Tang Dashan was holding back his laughter so hard his shoulders trembled slightly, and he almost burst out laughing on the spot.

Dozens of people split up and began sorting, packing, and moving supplies according to the list provided by Shenhe. Most of them quietly followed instructions and did their jobs. Earlier, Chairman Sun Qi had said that Shenhe would pick out a truckload of supplies first.

So they didn't utter a single complaint.

But secretly, some people's mentality has quietly changed.

In their eyes, the zombies outside had been cleared away, and they had dealt with most of them themselves!

Why should the supplies we worked so hard to obtain be given away to Shenhe and his group for nothing?

What's more, they outnumbered each other, numbering in the dozens, while Shenhe and his group only had three people!

Suddenly, feelings of resentment, greed, and a touch of wishful thinking arose in his heart.