My Perfect Apocalyptic Life

“Why hasn’t that guy come up yet?”
“Do you think he got taken down by zombies on the first floor? There are quite a few down there; I hope he didn’t…”
“No way, he seemed pretty tough… He must be one of those people Li Xiang mentioned, right?”
“……”

In the corner of the second floor of the department store, near the window, three people were conversing in low voices, their exchange cautious and restrained.

One of them frequently glanced anxiously towards the changing room, from which faint noises emanated, nervous that someone inside might suddenly emerge.

A short distance away on the sofa sat about seven to eight people, most of them looking ashen-faced.

They were all highly anxious.

Only a strong person like the one they saw outside, killing zombies with ease, could stand against Li Xiang and create a balanced power dynamic to end Li Xiang’s tyrannical rule!

In their eyes, no matter how strong the person downstairs killing zombies was, he couldn’t be more insane or deranged than Li Xiang.

At that moment, the man with glasses, who exuded a certain scholarly elegance, whispered, “If he’s dead, then he’s not the person we’re looking for.”

The other two fell into silence upon hearing this.

Just then, they heard a somewhat impatient voice say, “Kong Weizhen, it’s your group’s turn.”

Looking up, they saw three tired-looking individuals approaching. The man with glasses, Kong Weizhen, nodded, stood up, and, along with his two companions, headed towards the stairwell.

As they passed each other, Kong Weizhen, gritting his teeth, said to his companions, “When we’re on duty, let’s take a look downstairs… If we can find that guy, great. If not… we might as well escape!”

A young man, seemingly just entering adulthood, hesitated and said, “Escape? There are zombies outside, Brother Kong… How about we don’t? Even though Li Xiang killed Uncle Zhang and Brother Li, he’s quite strong. As long as we listen to him, we should be fine.”

A middle-aged woman with an honest face also nodded, her eyes showing a mix of evasion and fear.

Seeing this, Kong Weizhen sighed deeply, unsure what to say.

Food was clearly running out.

In a few days, you’ll see what Li Xiang is capable of doing.

Moreover, Li Xiang had been becoming increasingly deranged, constantly talking about ‘the Lord’s selection’ and ‘human evolution’. The consequences of this behavior were unpredictable, and Kong Weizhen didn’t even dare to imagine what might happen in the long run.

However, Kong Weizhen did not voice his thoughts.

He felt his companions were unreliable, and he planned to use them to help him escape when the time came.

After taking a deep breath, Kong Weizhen and the two others reached the staircase.

Kong Weizhen took a deep breath and said to them, “I’ll go check the situation. You two keep watch… If Li Xiang comes out, call for me.”

“Got it.”

The young man and the middle-aged woman nodded in agreement. Seeing this, Kong Weizhen carefully made his way down the stairs, moving stealthily.

Crouching low, Kong Weizhen cautiously peered down. But what he saw stunned him.

“Hmm?”

He instinctively made a sound of surprise.

The zombies that had been wandering on the first floor were gone, replaced by numerous bloodstains and zombie corpses littering the ground.

Additionally, he saw a few toppled zombies with fried sausages stuffed into their mouths.

Seeing this bizarre scene, Kong Weizhen was bewildered.

What’s going on, a fried sausage avenger?

Or did a new set of supernatural rules appear?

An inexplicable chill ran through him, goosebumps rising all over his body, making him shiver with unease.

In a world already plagued by the apocalypse, encountering something new and sinister wouldn’t be surprising!

With threats both ahead and behind him, what should he do now?

Taking a deep breath, Kong Weizhen suddenly heard a faint sound from a distance. His mind raced, and adjusting his glasses, he looked towards the coat rack not far away.

Behind the coat rack, a blood-stained handsome young man was pressing down a zombie with a stool, forcefully stuffing a fried sausage into its mouth with one hand while rummaging through its pockets with the other.

After a while of searching and finding nothing, the young man muttered a curse under his breath.

The distance was too far for Kong Weizhen to make out the words, but he could tell the young man was not pleased.

This young man looked familiar; he was the one who had killed zombies on the streets as easily as slaughtering chickens!

Seeing this, Kong Weizhen shivered.

Crazy guy.

If Li Xiang upstairs was arrogant, this guy seemed… a bit deranged?

Kong Weizhen was unsure whether inviting him over was a good idea or a bad one.

Panicking silently, he suddenly saw the young man stand up and glance in his direction.

Their eyes met for a brief moment.

Kong Weizhen’s heart stopped, and his breath caught.

During those few seconds of eye contact, Kong Weizhen felt zombies weren’t that terrifying.

The seconds felt like centuries to Kong Weizhen.

Then, the sausage guy enthusiastically waved at him and, without any pretense, started changing clothes right there!

He casually discarded his blood-stained sportswear and put on a clean T-shirt, transforming into a bright, cheerful young man. Before Kong Weizhen could react, the cheerful young man walked toward him.

Step by step, like the steps of a devil.

Behind that sunny, handsome face lurked a shadow of chilling terror.

“Hello.”

The melodious, sunny voice reached Kong Weizhen. As he remained in a daze, unsure of what to do, the ‘Sausage Guy’ flashed a perfect smile and raised a plastic bag filled with sausages.

“Would you like one? Two yuan each, or three for five yuan~”

“In this post-apocalyptic environment, going hungry is a bad idea! Friend, you should think it over. These fried sausages are packed with starch, which not only fills you up but is an excellent survival food in the apocalypse. Lucky for you, I’m only selling them for two yuan each—such a bargain! You won’t find a better deal anywhere else!”

The enthusiastic voice was calm and unconcerned about the apocalypse.

Kong Weizhen glanced at Meng Xu’s blood-stained baseball bat and the shiny wrench at his belt, then back at the zombie with a fried sausage shoved in its mouth. He couldn’t help but swallow hard, trembling as he pulled out a phone from his pocket.

“I’ll buy!”

“No cash… Can I pay by QR code?”