Apocalypse: the Most Ruthless Person

Chapter 52: Chapter 50: Do You Feel Cold?

“The day before yesterday, Sister Xinyu said you were under a lot of pressure and worried that you might not handle it mentally… So as long as it makes you happy and relaxed, she’s okay with it.”

Zhong Xiaoshan spoke in a voice as faint as a mosquito’s.

This was Zheng Xinyu’s realization, also a helpless compromise, having witnessed many things in the online world, she knew how to act in such moments.

Zhang Su nodded quietly; it was unsurprising he hadn’t heard it, as he hadn’t yet gained enhanced hearing at that time. He was surprised by what the two women discussed being so advanced, and he gained a deeper understanding of Zheng Xinyu.

As a normal man, he should do normal things.

Hovering on the edge between life and death, finally having a chance to relax, of course, he needed to seize it!

“Xiaoshan, what I need isn’t just a bed-warming maid, and you shouldn’t become that role. This can bring us closer, but it doesn’t mean you can slack off in the future, understand?”

Zhang Su reiterated his thoughts; he would never drag someone along just for his own happiness — he needed a close and harmonious partner!

“Understood, Brother Su, like I said, I’ll listen to you in everything, never lazy, never falling behind, I want to be your woman, the most useful one!”

Zhong Xiaoshan’s resolute voice was as solemn as a hospital oath…

“Already eager to take someone else’s spot?” Zhang Su teased.

“Hate it… I won’t!” Zhong Xiaoshan pouted.

“Hey, do you feel that tonight’s temperature has dropped?”

Zhang Su hugged Zhong Xiaoshan’s smooth shoulder, asking in a different tone.

Zhong Xiaoshan knew she finally gained his approval; she had to wait for his nod before making an advance, a first in her life.

Upon Zhang Su’s question, she shook her head, “Don’t feel it, maybe I exercised before, so it’s not cold yet.”

Zhang Su mused, “Feel again; it’s definitely cold! How can you not feel it? Xinyu is sleeping alone over there without an electric blanket, must be colder!”

After he spoke, Zhong Xiaoshan noticeably shivered.

“Y-yes, a bit cold. Let me call Sister Xinyu over.”

Zhong Xiaoshan, perceptive and empathetic, with a decisive nature, did not hesitate in conveying Zhang Su’s unspoken words.

“Yeah, invite her here, it’s so cold, our medicine isn’t plenty, catching a cold could be troublesome.”

Zhang Su stated seriously, for the wellbeing of their team, squeezing on a bed was hardly a grievance.

Zhong Xiaoshan’s face reddened, she sat up and pinched Zhang Su’s arm, complaining, “You men are never satisfied, simply wicked!”

After speaking, she climbed off the bed, slipped on her slippers, and padded to the opposite bedroom door.

(The subsequent scenes are unappealing, so we’ll skip them.)

The next morning, Zhang Su awakened from sleep faced with a pair of watery eyes and warmth behind him, his heart slightly quivered.

He quickly got out of bed, the three pretending like nothing happened, Zhong Xiaoshan collected rubber items on the floor, tossing them in the trash outside the room.

As Zhang Su dressed, he made faces at his reflection on the computer screen, anyone could sense the awkward tension among them, but it was easily resolved.

“Hey, are you two dressed? Let’s start our morning exercise!”

Spitting out mouthwash, Zhang Su picked up his axe, walked to Zheng Xinyu’s bedroom, and knocked, caring little for awkwardness; breaking the tension was the best solution!

The door opened, and two peculiar glances met Zhang Su.

“It’s cold; I was looking for clothes for Xiaoshan…”

Zheng Xinyu donned a thin cotton coat, her nose mildly red.

Zhong Xiaoshan was also in a light down jacket, showing a gentle smile, “It didn’t chill last night, but really cold this morning, fortunately Sister Xinyu has plenty of clothes.”

Zhang Su peeked into Zheng Xinyu’s room, “Doesn’t your electronic clock display temperature? What’s the house temperature now.”

Zheng Xinyu rolled her eyes in resignation, “It shows twenty-eight degrees, the quality’s utterly terrible.”

“Hmm? Brother Su, are we going downstairs to search for supplies?”

Seeing Zhang Su with his axe, Zhong Xiaoshan asked.

Zhang Su shook his head, pointing upstairs, “Let’s clear out the zombies upstairs!”

Just as Zhang Su expected, upon hearing this, the awkward tension dispersed rapidly, replaced by visible anticipation, and the women moved closer, visibly becoming a tighter-knit group.

Life-or-death tasks make other issues trivial.

“Going today? Not training a few more days?”

Even though Zheng Xinyu questioned, she was already picking up her bat, the coldness prompting her to relax her grip slightly.

“Regardless of strength, agility, or endurance training, it’s all meant for dealing with zombies; not sure low temperatures affect zombies, but they certainly affect us. We shouldn’t delay, train through combat!”

While speaking, Zhang Su uncomfortably moved his arms, wearing layers from short sleeves to knits, plus extra protection—affecting his range of movement.

“Let me brief you on the plan for later…”

With plans made, the three armed themselves and ascended the building.

On the twelfth floor, Zhang Su paused, listening intently, answering his question—eight zombies in total; he planned to lure them out, tackling them one by one.

Confidently skilled, Zhang Su softly pressed the door lock, hiding behind it, gently pulling open the safety door, quietly waiting for the zombies to wander out.

Not disappointing him, soon enough, a zombie staggered across the threshold into the safety passage.

Without hesitation, Zhang Su kicked the waist of the turning zombie, deftly closing the safety door, executing his moves with crisp precision.

Roar…

Thud, thud thud.

Several tumbles, the zombie fell onto the stair edge between the eleventh and twelfth floor.

Sadly attacked, the zombie hadn’t comprehended its predicament, having only scented living prey when suddenly kicked.

Disorderly noise caused a stir among the remaining zombies, which began pounding on the safety door.

Unfazed by this anticipated response, Zhang Su ensured Zheng Xinyu and Zhong Xiaoshan stayed composed, unaffected by the loud banging, continuing their tasks.

Bang, whack!

The fallen zombie began rising, soon met with a metal bat and a wrench to its head.

Roar, roar…

Facing such relentless blows, the zombies’ feeble counteractions were primitive, helplessly waving arms akin to drowning individuals grasping for a buoy.