I am the Zombie King of the Apocalyptic World
Chapter 343 - 340 ’Heaven’_1

Chapter 343: Chapter 340 ’Heaven’_1

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The little boy suddenly covered by the woman’s hand started to struggle but his strength was no match for an adult. In a short while, he gave up, his face filled with injustice, his tear-streaked eyes fixed on the distant, unattainable "heaven".

The fireworks that continuously burst in the night sky were indeed beautiful, especially in this post-apocalyptic world. Numerous people stared at the fleeting fireworks, a sight that they had not seen in their eyes for a long time.

They wanted to cheer, but they dare not make a sound, for fear of attracting zombies, only to be torn into pieces and end up in the belly of the zombies.

They didn’t know who was setting off those fireworks. Considering the intensity, there must have been many people involved. But to set off such unrestrained fireworks... didn’t these people want to live?

Such apathy, so carefree. Perhaps they could also indulge in the face of death for a moment, to hell with zombies, to hell with danger!

Many people thought so in their hearts, but they didn’t act. Having lived for this long, their lives were precious, earned through hard work. They couldn’t bear to, nor dare to die!

Death comes swiftly. To bid farewell to this garbage world and leave. But death is also painful. They haven’t experienced it, but being cut by a knife or hit by a stick hurts. Death is bound to hurt more, and they are afraid of pain!

Therefore, they have to keep fighting to survive. If there is no hope of surviving, then life would indeed becomes meaningless.

But the problem is, every survivor still holds onto hope, and the purpose of survival is to become new humans and enjoy what used to be unattainable!

This hope, it both ruins them, and keeps them alive, like cockroaches.

Noticing that her son had stopped making noise, the woman took a breath of relief and only then uncovered his mouth. Watching the distant fireworks bursting in the sky, her eyes flashed with mixed emotions.

If they weren’t well aware that this was the apocalypse, they might have mistaken it for the peace of the old society, having their Lunar New Year’s Eve dinner, cheerfully chatting with their families.

What used to be easily attainable was now the most unattainable luxury!

Thinking of the past, the woman’s eyes filled with tears. God knows what hardships she has gone through in this apocalypse, everything was done to survive, to keep her son alive!

Her hands instinctively held her son tighter; just as she was about to comfort him, to her surprise, a hand abruptly reached out, grabbed her by the collar and pulled her backwards.

Frightened, the woman quickly let go of the little boy to prevent him getting hurt, then turned her head to look behind her.

The person pulling her was a slimy, skinny man whom she recognized, a survivor like herself without any special abilities, who could only wait for death here.

She wanted to resist, but knowing she could not fight him off, the man was thin to the point of sickness, apparently tortured into this state by hunger. He was wrapped in newspapers, hadn’t bathed in a long time, a layer of curled grime covering his neck, exuding a nauseating stench.

The man was in a wretched state, and the woman was not much better. Her chest was shriveled, her body had slimmed down to an inhuman figure and she wore a thin, cotton-padded jacket from which the nap was hanging loosely. She was shivering with cold - these clothes would be worse than newspapers.

"What are you trying to do?", she asked in terror, casting an involuntary glance at the dumbfounded little boy.

"Freezing to death, what do you think?", the man growled cruelly, then rolled over and pressed himself against the woman.

The woman struggled a few times, but couldn’t get away, she had to resign herself to her fate, turned her head around, her eyes filled with helplessness and deep hatred.

Where she looked, there was a person lying, his face waxy and his cheeks severely sunken. His eyes were closed and there was no rising and falling of his stomach - he was not sleeping, he was dead!

Starved to death or frozen to death!

There were many others lying around in the same state, their stomachs not moving - they were all dead!

The bodies were just left lying on the ground, ignored. Everyone pretended not to see them, of course, they were just waiting for the right time...

All their clothes had been stripped off and worn by others to keep warm. As for what else they were doing in the dark corners, everyone living here knew.

She had gotten used to it. Not being a human in a world without human rights didn’t seem like such a big deal. However, she did not notice the little boy standing next to her, staring wide-eyed, no more tears in his eyes. He just kept watching, a bizarre emotion flashing in his eyes.

His hand began to tremble, his legs shaking, his eyes filled with violence! He started walking forward, very slowly. The woman didn’t pay attention to him, only noticed when he came to her side.

She didn’t care about such matters.

If she didn’t mind, the man cared even less, not until the little boy reached out and grasped the shattered glass nearby, did he freeze!

He froze, the woman froze too, the other people nearby who had been attracted by the commotion here also started looking over with curious eyes, waiting for the next act.

The woman reacted, but didn’t say anything, only started resisting the man’s assault. But the man also reacted and realized what the little boy was about to do. Suddenly, alarm bells started ringing in his head!

He just started to react, but was always a step behind. The hand that the boy had raised was gripping the shard tightly. The sharp glass cut his skin and blood began to seep out.

Pu-chi!

As the hand fell, the sharp glass stabbed into the man’s neck. His incredulous gaze seemed to say, how could such a young child dare to kill?

He was only seven years old!

However, he couldn’t think any more, and collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

The woman looked blank. She wanted to call out his name, but the next second, the glass piece in the boy’s hand was falling towards her!

Caught off guard, she dodged away, but the little boy, looking mad, rushed at her with reddened eyes.

Bang!

At this point, a gunshot rang out and a hole appeared in the boy’s head. He fell to the ground. People started gabbing, the woman looked dazed.

After a while, a figure leapt from the top of the building and crashed to the ground with a heavy thud, splattering with fresh blood. It was the woman - she had committed suicide. In the ten or so minutes just passed, she had experienced the most unbearable event of her life.

Her corpse melted into the darkness on the ground. After a while, a few shadowy figures shakily approached, knelt by the woman’s side, doing something.

After these shadowy figures shakily dispersed, the dead woman came back to life!

Heh heh...

She let out a few low growls, and then slowly left, heading towards the direction where the fireworks were blooming – where it seemed just like heaven!

Only by going there, would her soul find peace.