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

"Oh! Oh! I'll go check out other places then..."

Seeing that it was still quiet inside and there was no sign of the door being opened, Grandma Sun secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and a hint of joy and relief flashed across her face.

He kept repeating to himself: It's good that it's not open, it's good that it's not open. Fortunately, the Lin family girls are clever and vigilant.

"You old hag, you're utterly useless! You couldn't even get through a single door, what good are you? Why don't you just die! Can't you think about your son? If you died sooner, you could save me some food! What bad luck!"

A harsh and resentful curse pierced through Grandma Sun's heart, whispering coldly in her ear.

Each swear word felt like an ice needle piercing her heart, and Grandma Sun's frail body trembled with coldness.

She recognized the voice all too well; it belonged to her biological son, Sun Heng.

She felt a chill run down her spine and stiffly turned to look at the stairwell.

A row of young men holding knives stood close to the wall, hidden in the shadows. There were people standing on almost every step of the stairs; a quick glance revealed more than a dozen of them.

Unfriendly faces lurked in the shadows, staring at the door with cold, greedy eyes.

Seeing that she had failed to trick him into opening the door, he looked at her with impatience, dissatisfaction, and murderous intent.

Grandma Sun's eyes swept over their faces one by one, feeling both fear and relief.

But then, a deep sense of self-blame, guilt, and heartache gripped her heart like a cold hand, suffocating her and causing her unbearable pain.

Fortunately, the Lin sisters did not open the door.

There were only two young girls, unarmed. If these thugs broke in, they didn't even want to think about what would happen to them.

She had no intention of doing such a despicable thing, but Sun Heng threatened her with the life of his young grandson.

The thought of my grandson being so young...

Grandma Sun trembled uncontrollably, and turbid tears streamed down her face.

She lived a life of integrity, kindness, and warmth, and never harmed or cheated anyone or her neighbors.

Why, in his old age, is he forced to do such a heartless and evil thing, to harm two kind girls?

Even more tragically, for the sake of her grandson, she actually gritted her teeth and did as she was told.

The more she thought about it, the more suffocated she felt. Guilt, pain, and self-blame piled up, making it hard for her to breathe. At that moment, she felt she had no face to live in this world anymore.

Grandma Sun's emotions gradually calmed down, becoming lifeless and numb. She no longer bothered to look at her heartless son at the bottom of the stairs.

With vacant eyes, heavy and slow steps, and a hunched back, he slowly made his way downstairs.

Long-forgotten memories surged and surfaced in my mind.

This son, whom she had raised with great difficulty, was ultimately just like his scoundrel father, rotten to the core.

When she was young, she was forcibly dragged into a warehouse and raped by Sun Heng's father. After it was over, the man pulled up his pants and disappeared without a trace.

During that period, she felt as if she had fallen into a nightmare from which she could not wake up.

He had contemplated suicide, but couldn't let go of his parents.

Later, she became pregnant and had a son named Sun Heng, but her parents scolded her for disgracing the family and cut off all contact with her.

She never expected that her parents, who had suffered so much injustice and couldn't let go of her, would so easily abandon her without even asking why.

How ridiculous... Family tradition? Her family is so poor that even their door can't keep out the wind, so what's the point of talking about family tradition?

Indeed, it was windy both inside and outside the door.

But that time she didn't want to die. She had a child of her own flesh and blood in her belly, and she thought, "I can't just let go of the flesh that fell from my body, can I?"

Who could have imagined it? Who would have dared to imagine it?

"Why don't you just die!"

"Dying sooner will save some food!"

Her son's cold and harsh curses echoed in her mind again and again, piercing her heart with sharp pain.

A sorrowful yet self-deprecating smile slowly spread across Grandma Sun's aged face.

In that chilly stairwell, her aged, hoarse scream, filled with despair, echoed.

"If the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will also be crooked..."

"You reap what you sow! You get what you plant! Hahahaha!"

A shrill laugh echoed in the empty corridor.

"Useless old man!"

Suddenly, a foot reached out from the shadows of the stairs and tripped her hard.

Grandma Sun saw it, but she didn't even try to dodge, letting herself lose her balance.

His body tumbled down the stairs, his head hitting the wall. A sharp pain shot through him, his mind went blank, but his thoughts were unusually clear.

She ignored the thugs' unrestrained laughter and didn't even look at the person who had deliberately tripped her. Instead, she looked up and stared straight at Sun Heng, her most beloved son, at the top of the stairs.

Her son saw her roll down the stairs. He frowned and glanced at the person who was laughing the loudest and had tripped his mother. Then he turned his head away and muttered, "Crazy."

At that moment, Grandma Sun's heart was completely cold and dead.

Enduring the burning pain at the back of her head, she supported her weak back and slowly climbed up, clinging to the wall. Her eyes were empty and lifeless as she shuffled down the stairs toward her front door.

A bright red bloodstain was left on the rough wall behind him.

"This old lady is incredibly lucky; she survived such a fall."

She must have been a beauty when she was young, but she's gotten a bit older now, otherwise she'd be quite attractive.

"Hehehe, aren't you afraid Heng-ge will cause you trouble?"

"Him? Pshaw..."

Grandma Sun seemed oblivious to the foul language hurled at her from behind. With her back hunched, she looked up at the door of the house she had guarded for decades, momentarily lost in thought.

Sun Qianqian

You've wasted your life...

She's lived her whole life, and yet... she doesn't even have a single person who truly cares for and loves her.

Sun Qianqian pushed open the door and entered the room. Her head was throbbing with pain, but she seemed oblivious and numbly walked towards the bedroom.

Her grandson, Sun Heng's son, is still lying in the house; he is the only thing she can't let go of now.

As she passed the study, she stopped, her eyes drooping heavily.

Pushing open the half-closed study door, a strong smell of sweat and body odor wafted out, making her dizzy and her heart ache.

In a cramped corner of the room, three women huddled together, their expressions numb and their bodies filthy.

His body was covered with layers of bruises and wounds, and he looked so miserable that it was unbearable to look at.

One is Xiao He, the daughter-in-law of Old Zhang's family on the first floor; another is Liu Qing, the newlywed wife next door; and the third is her daughter-in-law, Liu Bing.

Sun Qianqian asked herself if she had ever spoiled her son in her life. She taught him how to be a person and to be kind from a young age, but in the end, how did she end up raising such a beast?

He has a very broad mind.

She really hadn't expected this.

Without looking any longer, and unable to bear it any longer, I turned around and went back to my room, bringing back a few clean clothes.

She lowered her voice, her tone urgent and distressed, "Bingbing, you guys put them on quickly, and find a chance to run away."

She paused, her voice trembling, and whispered her instructions.

"That bastard is blocking the way upstairs with his men, he can't care about this place right now. Even if you escape and get bitten by zombies, it's better than staying here and being bullied by these beasts."

The three women had long been tormented to the point of being numb in body and mind. When they heard the sound of the door being pushed open, they assumed that it was another man coming in to make things difficult for them, and instinctively shrank stiffly into the corner.

Liu Bing only slowly raised her head when Sun Qianqian's voice rang out. She was pretty and had a delicate appearance.

Actually, all three women were beautiful; they were rare beauties before the apocalypse. Those who weren't pretty enough were kicked out by Sun Heng and his gang a couple of days ago, and all the men in the building who refused to join were killed.

The man who deliberately tripped Grandma Sun on the stairs was Liu Qing's newlywed husband.

Liu Bing didn't hate her mother-in-law. On the contrary, she was only grateful. When Sun Heng first started doing evil, her mother-in-law tried her best to stop him, but she was beaten by that group of people and couldn't move. She had to lie in bed for a whole day before she could get up.

She doesn't believe in fate.

She wanted to live, to take revenge, and to personally kill all the beasts who bullied women.

Liu Bing struggled to her feet, her legs trembling, and picked up her clothes to put them on, urging the two people beside her to hurry up as she did so.

The neighbor's newlywed wife, Liu Qing, had an adorable baby face, but at this moment her eyes were lifeless, filled with a desire to die, and a gash on her forehead was particularly glaring.

It was left from her previous suicide attempt by hitting her head against the wall. She was just too tough to die, so she just lay there on the ground, motionless, like a soulless shell.

Xiao He, the daughter-in-law of the Zhang family on the first floor, is as beautiful and refined as her name suggests, with an elegant and sophisticated aura.

Seeing that Liu Bing had already gotten up and dressed, she silently supported herself on the ground and slowly stood up, picking up her clothes to put them on.