The Apocalypse:A Survivor's Sarcastic Guide Chapter 4

At 5 AM, zombies on the street wandered aimlessly. Listening carefully, you could hear low growling sounds from their mouths!

They kept wandering nearby. Only after daylight did they gradually disperse.

I zoomed in on surveillance and found they all went left, then disappeared!

Looked like the light-fearing thing was correct!

Next I checked water and electricity. Currently still usable. But during inspection, I discovered my two dogs crouching under the couch, trembling.

Me: "..."

Fucking unreliable!

With those two cowards, if zombies got in, they'd definitely abandon me and run!

"Don't be scared, don't be scared. It's broad daylight now. Zombies aren't around. Come out and eat something!"

"Whimper~"

Max refused to come out, making pitiful sounds.

I stroked his head, quickly comforting: "It's okay, zombies won't come out in sunlight!"

"Good boy~ Don't be scared."

After coaxing for a while, they finally came out to eat. What kind of nonsense was this?

I was starving. I randomly ate something to fill my stomach!

Soon it was noon. I deliberately observed the surroundings again—really not a single zombie!

Do zombies fear high temperatures? I quickly noted this point.

Besides that old apartment complex outside, my area was all standalone villas—13 total. But occupancy wasn't high. Half were people who rarely returned!

Villas all had basements. As long as you hid inside without going out, zombies would have trouble finding us. Without people, maybe they'd relocate?

Mm, I noted this point too.

The midday sun made surrounding leaves droop. Inside was sweltering. Just sitting there, I was covered in sweat.

I turned on the AC, lying contentedly on the couch.

When you spot one zombie here, it means this whole area has fallen.

Would there be other survivors?

I began seriously pondering this question. Less than two seconds later, I slapped myself without hesitation. "Crazy? Too full?"

Not even knowing if I could survive, yet worrying about others' lives. Simply insane!

Think stockpiling some food makes you a savior?

I looked up at the ceiling.

Savior?

Right, would this world have a so-called savior?

I started contemplating another question.

Writers' thinking is just this jumpy.

You can doubt our wild imaginations, but who says stories from hypotheticals won't appear in reality?

Zombies—they came, didn't they?