Zombie King

1-10

1

The town was deserted in the sunset, and the ruined buildings were bathed in the afterglow.

With fallen streetlights across the road, Lin Yuzu stopped in her tracks, "Brother Du, you don't have to send me off anymore."

Du Yan followed her. He's a power-up player with a strong physique. He's two and a half heads taller than Lin Yuzu, but he arches his back slightly when facing her, appearing a little bit shorter.

The tall, middle-aged man showed a bitter face, "Yuzu, I'm really sorry. . . ."

Lin Yuzu said, "No need to be like that, I understand."

She was wearing a black long-sleeved sports jacket. Her left shoulder bulged slightly and white bandages were visible from her neckline. This was the injury she suffered from fighting with mutant animals before, resulting in her now only being able to carry her hiking bag and tent using her right shoulder.

In that encounter, in addition to her, Du Yan's five-year-old daughter, Du Anan was also injured.

Children, unlike adults, are quick to get infected and catch a fever. They don't have many medical resources on hand and they will have to walk at least three days to get to their destination – the only remaining southern base. But compared to leaving Lin Yuzu or Du Yan's wife who has wind powers, the two adults holding the child will be able to arrive in a day without eating or drinking.

Between teammates and family members, it was clear which was more important.

"That's not what I said. I. . . I'm sorry for you, even more, sorry for your sister. . ." Du Yan looked even more embarrassed, "Wait to meet at the base. . ."

His throat moved and didn't say anything further, probably because he felt hopeless for the future. How long can a single woman who has no offensive abilities and is injured live in the crisis-ridden post-apocalyptic world?

Lin Yuzu smiled instead, "Okay, have a safe trip, goodbye."

She didn't say that she actually did not intend to go to the southern base.

Lin Yuzu was not as optimistic as Du Yan. It was half a year ago when they heard about the southern base from others, and after that, they hadn't seen any other living people along the way.

Does this 'only remaining base' really still exist?

Lin Yuzu reached into her pocket and held the wooden harmonica she carried close to her. Her fingertips gently rubbing the sunken carvings on the wooden surface.

In the remote town, plants grow freely and the towering trees in the central area can be seen from afar. Their branches squeezing through the concrete buildings, their shade like an open umbrella, casting large shadows.

Lin Yuzu took the opposite direction, the direction with few plants.

Mutated plants don't chase the taste of blood like zombies and mutant animals, but they are still aggressive and not something to be taken lightly.

Before it got dark, Lin Yuzu found a fairly intact bungalow on the side of the road. She cleaned the living room to the bare minimum and caught a mutant mouse from the side of the road to cook for dinner. She used the caught mice to cook with wild vegetable soup with salt its only seasoning.

The light outside the window gradually sank and the fire was burning quietly and sparks would occasionally crackle and explode. The pot is flooded with the smell of cooked food. Lin Yuzu sat down, made her bed, and leaned against the wall.

She was left alone again.

The pain on her shoulder was dull and painful, so to distract herself, Lin Yuzu fished out the harmonica from her pocket and blew a section of catching the mudskipper. Her harmonica skills were self-taught after the apocalypse to pass time and can only play a few nursery rhymes now.