Chapter 11

"You're a good girl, heh..."

Zhang Su handed Zheng Xinyu a "good person card" smoothly.

"Go to hell!"

Zheng Xinyu didn't expect that she would have a day of being issued a good person card. Anger rose in her heart, and she glared at Zhang Su with puffed-out cheeks.

"Don't say these useless things... let's study how to kill the zombie at the door."

Zhang Su deeply regretted teasing her just now and hurriedly talked about business with a serious face.

"Go kill it yourself, I'm not going!"

Zheng Xinyu muttered unhappily, turned her head, and walked to the window, wanting to draw the curtains to get some air, but after thinking about it, she withdrew her hand and finally squatted by the windowsill, burying her head very low, not knowing what she was thinking.

Zhang Su knew that at this time, whether coaxing or forcing, it wouldn't have a very good effect.

Raising his wrist to check the time, after a busy round, it was already past twelve o'clock. Touching his stomach, he said: "Been up for so long, aren't you hungry?"

"Hungry..."

Zheng Xinyu didn't raise her head and answered in a low voice, seemingly with a sobbing tone.

Zhang Su had a lot of experience in dealing with this situation. He walked to Zheng Xinyu, patted her head gently, and said: "I'll go cook."

Looking at Zhang Su's gradually receding footsteps, Zheng Xinyu raised her head, pouting, looking aggrieved.

Cooking a table of food was a bit difficult for Zhang Su, but all kinds of self-heating pots and convenience foods were things that could be done with hands.

"Sichuan-style cured meat and mushroom beef, which one do you want?"

Ten minutes passed, Zhang Su returned to the living room and compared the two boxes of self-heating claypot rice he was holding to Zheng Xinyu, who was sitting on the sofa.

Although the grievance and anger were still there, these emotions couldn't fill her stomach after all. She still had to eat.

"I want the Sichuan-style cured meat..."

The aroma of mushroom beef and Sichuan-style cured meat instantly drifted out.

The self-heating pot took nearly a quarter of an hour to heat the food, while Zhang Su only took five minutes to finish his. The remaining time was spent beside Zheng Xinyu, reasoning with her, slowly persuading her to kill the zombie together...

"Blah, blah, blah... Zhang Su, I really didn't know you were so long-winded. My appetite is completely gone from your nagging!"

With that, Zheng Xinyu pushed the remaining two-fifths of the claypot rice in front of Zhang Su and said: "I can't eat anymore. If you don't mind, don't waste it."

Zhang Su didn't expect Zheng Xinyu to fulfill her promise so quickly. He was truly a bit moved in his heart. After taking a bite, he put it back in front of Zheng Xinyu and said: "Don't eat too little. I'm serious, prepare yourself, let's kill the zombie at the door together!"

"Brother, Brother Su, my dear brother, can you stop forcing me? Change to another request. No matter what it is, I'll agree to it. Really, anything is fine, just don't let me kill a zombie..."

When saying "anything is fine," Zheng Xinyu slightly emphasized her tone. This was no longer a hint; it was a clearer statement than Zhuge Liang's.

Zhang Su grinned and pondered. He didn't know if "post-war comfort" counted as killing it together? "Xinyu, this matter exceeds our imagination. How many people are in Qincheng? Not counting other counties, there are over 800,000 in the Gangcheng District alone. Even if those helicopters are really reinforcement rescue personnel, how many people can they save?"

"You have to think, now the whole world has suffered a disaster, not one city, one province, but the whole world! Don't resist things you have to face. We are ten thousand times luckier than those people who died inexplicably. Gather your courage and face the difficulties!"

A bowl of chicken soup after a meal, nourishing and stomach-friendly...

Zheng Xinyu closed her eyes painfully, the details of the zombie at the door echoing in her mind. No matter what, she was still resistant. When she opened her eyes again to say something, she saw Zhang Su scoop a spoonful of fragrant food and hand it to her.

"Ah, eat." *Chomp! *

Zheng Xinyu obediently finished the rest, put down the clean lunch box, hesitated for a moment, and said: "Brother Su, everything you said is right, and I have seen the cruel reality. But can you let me buffer for a few more days? What if... what if the zombie at the door leaves?"

"*Sigh. *"

Zhang Su sighed, waved his hand at Zheng Xinyu, and signaled her to follow him to the window.

Pulling open a slit, two pairs of eyes looked out. Zhang Su whispered in Zheng Xinyu's ear: "See the situation outside? Count for yourself how many zombies are wandering downstairs!"

Zheng Xinyu looked downstairs and counted roughly. At least twenty or thirty zombies were wandering around. She could only see one area, which could be used as a reference to imagine the situation of the entire complex—at least a hundred zombies were wandering around.

"Know how bad the situation is now? At a time like this, passively waiting for rescue is a method, but as I said, rather than pinning our hopes for survival on others, it's better to work hard ourselves!"

Having struggled in society for many years and dealt with many people, Zhang Su's eloquence was even more awesome than Zheng Xinyu's as a streamer. Whether it was bluffing or motivating, it was all a set of tricks.

"Okay, then Brother Su, you... hmm? Brother Su, look quickly at the top floor of Building 4, Unit 2!"

Zheng Xinyu was about to agree when she suddenly saw someone waving in their direction...

"To be seen even with just such a slit? This person has been watching us for a long time!"

Zhang Su muttered intentionally, looking in the direction Zheng Xinyu said. He saw a young man kneeling on the windowsill, waving his arms desperately. It was very clear he was saying hello to them...

"Ignore him."

Zhang Su said indifferently, withdrew his hand that was lifting the curtain, and the heavy curtains closed, not leaking a trace of light.

Now there was no time to bother with irrelevant people.

Zheng Xinyu didn't express any objection either. Now, not only was the internet cut off, but it could be said they couldn't even leave the door. It seemed the straight-line distance between the two households was less than a hundred meters, let alone cooperating to survive, they couldn't even have any effective communication!

"That, Brother Su, we don't even have weapons, how do we kill the zombie?"

Zheng Xinyu pointed toward the front door and asked. Having finally made up her mind, she planned to do it in one go.

*Awoo! *

As if knowing someone wanted to kill it, the zombie in the corridor suddenly let out a loud cry, carrying a primitive and bloodthirsty ferocity, impacting the soul.

Zhang Su hadn't understood what was going on when he heard *bang-bang-bang* pounding sounds, but it wasn't pounding on their door.

There was no time to say more. Zhang Su rushed to the door in one stride and saw clearly through the peephole that the irritable zombie was now pounding on the 802 door, each strike seemingly more forceful than before!

"Ah, no, help, save, save, save, don't kill me..."

A series of shrill cries for help came from the opposite door. After passing through layers of obstacles, they were very faint when they entered the ears of Zhang Su and the other. There was no need to hear clearly what was being shouted; one could guess it was related to asking for help.

The content wasn't the key; the key was that there was actually someone opposite!

"Opportunity!"

Zhang Su had no time to care about what was happening on the opposite side. He only knew this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

(End of chapter)