I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade
Chapter 276 - 106: Sorry, I am a journalist, it’s just that the apocalypse came too quickly.

Chapter 276: Chapter 106: Sorry, I am a journalist, it’s just that the apocalypse came too quickly.

"It’s terrifying, it just self-destructed out of nowhere, without any provocation."

Lin Fan climbed onto the shore, soaking wet, slapping his head and wiping his face, then pouring out the water from the sword case on his back. He could have avoided it, but he didn’t because there was no need. Acting like a normal person is very important.

All set.

Guttural roars came from all directions.

"Such strange behavior, why would they appear here?"

Lin Fan was very puzzled. Zombies roam, they shouldn’t intentionally appear here. Although he hadn’t cleared out the zombies in this area, as far as he knew, survivors wanting to leave the city would take this road, thereby attracting zombies to follow them and ultimately leading the zombies away.

The dense snarling sounds now indicated there were many of them.

Moving away from the riverbank, he walked toward the roadside. The sticky liquid from the exploded Self-destructing Zombie was splattered everywhere, the flesh still steaming. Looking for the zombies, he found that the group was actually far away.

In the distance, he could see a group of people on high ground resisting the zombies, with heavy objects smashing down on them, oil being poured and ignited, the flames covering the zombies, making their roars even louder.

"Turns out they weren’t coming for me."

He had understood that it was all a misunderstanding. He thought the zombies had specifically come for him. After all, he was just sitting by the riverbank, admiring the distant scenery, reflecting on life, summarizing his thoughts when the Self-destructing Zombie, roaring like a bull, appeared behind him. Before he could say much, it exploded, the impact shattering the ground and tossing him into the lake, soaking him.

The recent Self-destructing Zombie was probably staggering toward that place too, but it moved too slowly and, upon seeing him sitting by the riverbank, stopped to lock its gaze on him instead of continuing. Thinking of this, he understood, it made sense.

"Didn’t expect there to be other survivors, let’s see how they’re faring."

He walked toward them.

The buildings near the river were all used for gourmet restaurants, high-end luxury shops.

Prime location, high foot traffic.

Survivors who had made it this far were no ordinary people; whether it was their way of thinking or courage, they were incomparable to the survivors of the past.

"Their safety measures are good. When survivors can unite, the seemingly terrifying zombies may not really pose a threat to them. Standing together, resisting the zombies together—this is humanity’s future."

Lin Fan firmly believed in this principle.

All the windows of that building were sealed. He saw Arhat zombies banging on the windows, which were barricaded with iron plates. Clearly, this group of survivors had seriously modified the place, just like their Sunshine District.

He hoped more survivors would band together for warmth. Facing everything alone was hard; sticking together was the best choice.

Just that, thinking of the group of survivors he’d encountered before, they were really crazy. A bunch of crazy people coming together may seem united, trying to survive together in the apocalypse, but in reality, they were kindred spirits with no trust. Their unity was superficial, only to scheme against others for what they desired.

As soon as they were of no use, they’d be kicked to the curb.

At this moment.

The survivors held various modified weapons, some with knives tied to sticks, others hurling furniture down with force.

Inflicting certain damage on the zombies.

There were twelve survivors on the rooftop, men and women, but mostly men. In peacetime, they might have been elites in various professions, but now their task was survival, fighting zombies with the weapons in their hands.

One skinny man with long hair held a makeshift bow and arrow, continuously shooting at zombies trying to climb up. Although his shots weren’t instantly lethal, they posed a considerable threat to the zombies.

"Damn, those bastards are so fucking ruthless, attracting zombies here, they want us to be annihilated," cursed the long-haired man as he shot his arrows.

They had made this place their base, slowly developing in the apocalyptic world, but two days ago, they encountered another survivor group.

Of course, they were on the rooftop, and the other group was in a vehicle. They eyed each other, each on alert.

In the apocalypse, caution had to be taken not just with zombies but with other survivors too.

Often, some survivors are more terrifying than zombies with their sinister schemes, which even zombies might not survive.

Who could have expected, just now they ran into that same group of drivers, followed by zombies? Those bastards had led the zombies here and made their escape.

Unaware of the truth, they stood on the balcony, looking down, confronting the zombies, triggering a tsunami of zombie rage. The thought of zombies climbing up to attack them was not to be ignored, so they had to fight desperately.

Fortunately, they were well-prepared. Even though there were many zombies downstairs, it wasn’t beyond their capabilities to stop them. Humans survive not so much on strength as on wits, adept at gaining the upper hand and employing tools to solve immediate troubles.

Lin Fan stood under a tree, quietly observing the scene before him.

He had no thought of helping.

It wasn’t that he was cold-hearted but that these survivors seemed capable of handling the zombies calmly. They were busy indeed, but by confronting the threat themselves, they could slowly accumulate experience in zombie combat.