[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-zombie-apocalypse-creation":3,"chapter-zombie-apocalypse-creation-zombie-apocalypse-creation-chapter-566":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Zombie Apocalypse: Creation",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1887522,2510,"Chapter 566: Story of A Refugee (2)","zombie-apocalypse-creation-chapter-566",566,"\u003Cp>No rescue in sight. No news signal or any announcement from the government.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only human activity from the outside was the occasional sound of a helicopter. But even that stopped after one of the helicopters crashed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just a few streets across from our apartment, with thousands, no, millions of zombies gathered around the entire block.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as the building was on fire, they just stood still nearby. It was almost as if they were waiting for a free food delivery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We even noticed some of the zombies were starting to mutate right on the open street. One growing as big as an actual car in just a matter of minutes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time the rain extinguished the fire, the zombie had finally dispersed to who knows where. But that was no longer our biggest concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A new, no. Old concerns that had reared their ugly head again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Food and water were running thin. Even though we had gathered a lot from the 2nd floor, most of them were beginning to rot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We only had enough for a week. We realized that if we wait too long, we will be sitting ducks inside this apartment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After taking two days to clear the 1st floor, we began to draft the craziest, if not the greatest, escape plan of all time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When I said crazy, it was the definition of gambling like a madman. It was a one-time trick that gave us no escape if anything went wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plan needed one person to stay behind at the apartment, catching all the zombies’ attention with a massive explosion and fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone else was going just to make a run for it, sneaking through the back entrance with spare bikes from the 1st floor’s dead owners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How are we planning to make the giant explosion and bring the entire building under fire, you may ask?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s actually simple. We just detached every single propane tank from the apartment and put them right against the front door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, to put the actual plan in motion, we took an entire day to gather all the propane tanks to the front.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then we took another day to make sure all the fuses we made worked and the bikes functioned fully. But then we run into the biggest problem with our plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who was going to stay behind? It had to be someone who was fast enough to catch up to the rest on the bikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was going to be the riskiest job anyone could take. A job that perfectly fits only one person in this household.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Me!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one else (other than Jieqiong) could have known how to set up an emergency fuse other than me if the first one failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not to mention, I was the 2nd strongest in the family. And I had combat experience against zombies in case one managed to sneak in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a short argument with my mom and dad, they eventually backed down and accepted my decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The day of the plan soon came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We all packed up the remaining food and water into Dad’s backpack and went down to the 1st floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With all four of them sitting on their bike, checking the back entrance was fully cleared, I lit up the first propane tank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the support pillars near the entrance began to crack. A nearby chair immediately caught on fire, triggering the fire alarm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go! Go! Go!\" As I yelled, the four of them went.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I could hear the sounds of zombie howls, all coming straight from the front entrance as I ran to the next fuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scratch, scratch, scratch. The match lit on fire. Slowly bringing it to the straw fuse before bolting to the back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second explosion goes off, instantly collapsing the other support pillar on the right. The zombies’ growl was now even louder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a thin wall prevented me from seeing what was on the other side. But I didn’t dare to peek my head around the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang! Bang! Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time it wasn’t the explosion—rather, the sounds of someone banging on the metal door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"One more minute,\" I told myself as I tightly held onto the box of matches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After what felt like forever, I finally pulled out the next match and scratched it. Lighting up the next fuse as I ran as far back as I could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With my eyes closed, I waited for the explosion. But after twenty seconds of waiting, the explosion never came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third fuse had failed!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the most critical time. With no time to set up another fuse, I immediately ran back to the front entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My heart kept pounding as the zombies kept on pounding on the door, its hinges barely holding together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I dragged the last two propane tanks together. I had to pray that the explosion of one propane tank was enough to set off the other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One more scratch, and the match lit up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fuse was on fire as I ran to my bike. I had no time left, as a loud hinge pop could be heard through the lobby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All I could remember was me praying to god that the back entrance had no zombies. And it seemed to have answered my prayer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire back alley was emptied. No zombies in sight as I biked out of the alleyway and into the main street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just right around the corner, I could see floods of black dots right at the apartment I just blew up with, with even more in the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I immediately biked the hardest I had ever done. The wheels were even smoking at some point as I just kept biking forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, this was where my luck ran out. Two zombies were idling right at the park entrance of my escape route.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The original plan of meeting up with my parent in the woods was blocked. But the other streets had even more zombies nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With only a pocket knife, there was no way for me to fight them. I just had to yolo it... Or I ditched my bike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was exactly what I did. I threw my bike aside and climbed past the short park fences, skipping the entrance completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now on foot, I just kept walking down the dirt path, hoping the rest of the road had no humans come to a closed-off park before they turned into a zombie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, my luck finally prevailed again. No zombies the whole way through as I reached the wood at the very end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My parent were standing there, waiting for me with their bikes. They wondered where my bike went, and I wonder how they made it past the zombie at the entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It turned out the zombies weren’t there when they first went. So I really was just that unlucky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After telling them I ditched my bike, I was forced to be on the same bike as my younger sister, having her sit in the back as Dad rode his bike in the front.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We were now out of the city center. But we weren’t safe yet. There was still a long way to go—twenty-three kilometers to be exact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The journey back to my parents’ old hometown, Cha’an Village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the food we had was completely rotten from the heat, and the water had completely run out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We were starting to feel thirsty as the hot sun set on the horizon. But we had finally reached the countryside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first thing we encountered was the sheer number of barricades—wooden spikes all over the road.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as the dirt path was washed away by rain a few days ago, a faint smell of coppery, metallic smell was in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was clear there were some sort of corpses, but they had all been taken away. No one was in sight as we navigated around the spikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only past the spike did I hear some traces of human activity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bawk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of a chicken, soon followed by a quiet moo in the distance. More sounds of animals soothe our minds as we continued forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cabbages and endless fields of crops take every last bit of sunlight above the dirt—an unlimited food source right before our eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Air that smells fresh, unlike the crowded city filled with cars. An escape from the outside’s cruel, cruel world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We had finally reached our final destination, at least that’s what I had imagined as we saw a concrete wall in the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wall that separates the dirt path in half, blocking them from entering the village. We tried to yell, but no one responded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After just standing there and considering whether we should try to walk around the wall through the grass field below, a middle-aged man finally came up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was my dad’s cousin out of all people. A man whom I haven’t seen since my sister and I moved into the city as children.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He quickly came down and opened the door for us. His face was full of excitement as he gave my dad a warm hug.\u003C\u002Fp>",1525,"2026-06-10T06:59:52.732Z",1,"novelbin.me","f36a026ca77ae3b3b7f6b341310a6dee461f82b04148a05c7f1f169be4d7b01c","zombie-apocalypse-creation-chapter-567","zombie-apocalypse-creation-chapter-565",829,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fzombie-apocalypse-creation-cover.jpg"]