I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade
Chapter 277 - 106: Sorry, I am a journalist, it’s just that the apocalypse came too quickly. _2

Chapter 277: Chapter 106: Sorry, I am a journalist, it’s just that the apocalypse came too quickly. _2

In the future, to have enough skill to stay alive.

If they were struggling to hold off the zombie onslaught, he would step in after all, it was just a group of unfriendly zombies.

He noticed that this group of survivors had a clear division of labor and were effectively coordinating.

By now, they were far from the initial bewildered state of being helpless about the situation outside.

Being able to face it calmly was a good start.

After a while,

by relying on various skills, they had eliminated all the zombies downstairs. Lin Fan couldn’t help but admire their strength. Who said survivors couldn’t manage in the apocalypse?

They were really strong.

It was just that, had there been Evolutionary Zombies just now, it would have greatly affected them. Whether in speed, strength, or size, Evolutionary Zombies were enhanced, and they had strong resistance to being killed.

If a Powerful Zombie had appeared, this brass door, possibly fortified, might not have withstood the Powerful Zombie’s pounding.

"Amazing," Lin Fan praised.

On the balcony, the group of survivors, sweating profusely from their activity, looked down at the corpses below, which was a sort of harvest after their confrontation.

The man with long hair thought about making more arrows, when his gaze suddenly shifted to a figure standing beside a tree not far away. The figure stood motionless, watching him, startling the long-haired man who quickly alerted his companions.

Following his warning, the survivors on the balcony all looked in that direction.

"When did he appear?"

"Don’t know, we’ve been dealing with zombies all this time; don’t know when he came."

"Be careful, I’m worried this guy might be sent by another survivor team to watch us."

They didn’t shout for the stranger to leave. Since the stranger was near the river, if they made noise and attracted zombies, it would be they who suffered; meanwhile, the stranger could jump into the river and escape.

During this time, they learned that zombies could float on water and would flail about and sink to the bottom when there was noise.

"He’s walking toward us."

Their expressions were grave.

Such bravery, knowing we just killed so many zombies and still daring to approach.

I wonder where he got the courage.

"Hello there,"

Lin Fan stood downstairs, holding his head up, speaking softly.

The surrounding zombies didn’t scare him; to him, zombies were just creatures that had lost their reason, charging like mad dogs at people, with no other abilities.

The survivors on the rooftop exchanged looks.

Their gazes were peculiar.

The stranger was speaking to them.

They watched the surroundings, wanting to know if there was a fearsome survivor team silently observing them.

None so far, none visible yet.

"Who are you?"

Lin Fan smiled, "My name is Lin Fan, a regular citizen from Huang City. While strolling on the street, I saw you surrounded by zombies. I thought about helping, but seeing that you could handle it yourselves, I just stood there and watched, thinking if you couldn’t hold on, I would help you."

The group of survivors were stunned. What a statement, boasting without drafting a script, almost thinking of himself as some hero because he carried a sword.

"Heh, we’re fine on our own. Wherever you came from, you’d best go back there."

Lin Fan said, "Can I take a look inside? If you have any difficulties, I’d be glad to help."

As long as they weren’t like the survivors he had encountered before, even if there were some minor mistakes, he could understand, lowering his standards to those of the past.

The long-haired man said in a low voice, "We don’t need help here, please leave."

They prepared for the possibility that the stranger would stubbornly harass them. If he dared to harm them, they were resolved to take his life. The long-haired man gripped his bow and arrow tightly, ready to act.

Upon hearing this,

Lin Fan understood their position, smiling, "I mean no harm, and I understand your reasons for asking me to leave. I just want to say, you really are amazing. Keep it up. The apocalypse is terrifying, but with unity and effort, it can be overcome. I hope you can hang in there. Goodbye."

After speaking,

he turned and left.

He understood the mood of this group of survivors. Anyone who saw a strange survivor would be vigilant. From his observations, these survivors were capable, united against the zombies, showing that they must have gone through several rounds of collaboration and likely different from those survivors he had met before.

The survivors on the rooftop watched Lin Fan’s retreating figure.

"What’s he doing?"

"Kind of strange, but we can’t be careless, just in case he has other plans. Let’s leave someone here to observe and the rest of us will go downstairs."

"Alright."

On the road,

Lin Fan wore a smile. Meeting survivors was a happy event, especially since they weren’t the kind to harm others. Had the group of survivors been betraying and hurting each other while fighting zombies, he might have stepped in to see if there were any coerced survivors, among other things.

At the intersection,

the traffic light was red.

Lin Fan stopped, waiting.

Traffic rules need to be followed.

Looking at the blinking red light, he reminisced about a story he’d read. In some country, women wearing red signaled they were married and untouchable, signaling others to keep their distance, while green indicated they were single and a green light for pursuit. The inventor was inspired by this concept to create the traffic light.

Suddenly,

he saw a familiar figure.

A wheelchair, an old lady, a zombie.

The old lady, facing the wall with her head tilted, growled lowly, unable to move, appearing very lonely in the dark corner.