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

After watching the couple leave, Shenhe closed the door.

He casually placed the claw hammer on the shoe cabinet where Li Yuetong had leaned against earlier, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips as he recalled her adorable, shy, and trembling appearance.

I took a gentle sniff; her faint body fragrance still lingered in the air.

Shenhe didn't intend to push her too hard; a little restraint and subtle manipulation was more interesting than directly possessing her.

What we can't have will always stir our hearts; the process is more anticipated than the result.

It's not time yet. Sooner or later, he'll take advantage of her. Right now, she needs to focus entirely on surviving.

I grabbed two loaves of bread from the snack shelf and took a bite; that's my dinner for tonight.

He has no appetite for meat right now.

Shenhe opened his phone, found a handgun user manual, and focused on learning the operating techniques, repeatedly practicing his grip posture, wanting to develop muscle memory as soon as possible.

For him now, the most important thing is to activate the system and cultivate this "spark" within himself.

There was never a moment of peace in the room.

The muffled thud of zombies slamming against doors, the frantic barking of dogs in the distance, the roar of exploding vehicles, and the screams of humans being chased and devoured by zombies—each sound was a stark reminder to him that the world had completely changed.

He practiced the gun-holding posture for a full hour, until his arm started to ache slightly, at which point he stopped.

In the apocalypse, you must not overwork your body. Once you become sore, stiff, or unable to move properly, the only outcome will be death.

You must maintain peak condition so you can run and fight back at any time.

After resting, he carefully studied the structure of the firearm and practiced loading it.

He just never dared to learn how to disassemble guns, fearing that he might not be able to put them back together properly after disassembling them!

This only long-range firepower was completely rendered useless.

The streetlights outside had turned on at some point, and the plane's wings stirred up the gloomy, rainy air, making a sound louder than the muffled thuds of zombies banging on doors in the stairwell.

Li Yuetong sat by the window, lost in thought, the scene from yesterday replaying in her mind—the warm, moist touch on her earlobe when it was gently called, a sensation she couldn't shake.

"Achoo! Achoo!"

Caught off guard, she sneezed twice in a row.

Is her mother thinking of her?

Or...Dad, or...Mr. Shen?

The moment she thought of that person, her fair and delicate face flushed red, even the tips of her ears turned slightly red.

Li Wei pushed the door open and came in. Seeing her unusual expression, he quickly stepped forward and looked at her with concern: "Are you sick?"

Li Yuetong hurriedly lowered her head and gently shook it:

"No... I just miss... Dad."

Li Wei gently comforted him, "It will be alright."