Apocalypse: the Most Ruthless Person

Chapter 64: Chapter 60: Old Wang

Zheng Xinyu and Zhong Xiaoshan felt their tense nerves slightly relax upon hearing Zhang Su’s words. They also took off their backpacks and placed them on the ground, resting their weapons on their legs, some massaging their shoulders, others pinching their arms.

“Mister, what should we call you?”

Zhang Su asked the milk delivery man’s name.

Upon hearing Zhang Su speak to him, Wang Guangjun quickly replied, “My surname is Wang, Wang Guangjun.”

“Alright, then I’ll just call you Old Wang…”

“Hehe, Old Wang from next door… Sorry.”

Before Zhang Su could finish, Zheng Xinyu started laughing, only to be glared at, and she pouted in apology.

“Old Wang, judging by your outfit, were you in charge of delivering milk on that street?”

Zhang Su took out a cigarette, lighting it up with satisfaction, noticing Old Wang’s envy, tossed one over to him.

“Yes, yes, I was responsible for delivering milk to four communities on that street, and some stores on West Mountain Road too.”

Old Wang took a deep drag from his cigarette, feeling his negative emotions lessen, and managed a faint smile.

“I don’t know whose house this is, but it’s quite clean and there aren’t any zombies. Xinyu, check out the kitchen, Xiaoshan, you go to the master bedroom and bathroom, Old Wang, you check out the other two small bedrooms and the balcony, bring anything useful here!”

Zhang Su didn’t continue resting. He stood up with a cigarette in his mouth and began assigning tasks.

“This is someone else’s home… Is it okay?”

Wang Guangjun hadn’t fully adapted to life after the apocalypse, slightly awkwardly watching Zheng Xinyu and Zhong Xiaoshan already getting busy.

Zhang Su rummaged through the living room, advising, “Old Wang, things are different now. Don’t keep using old notions to handle things. It’s fine if you don’t know what to do, just follow commands. Otherwise, you can open the door and head upstairs to find Officer Qin.”

“Yes, yes, Brother Zhang, I understand!”

Wang Guangjun wasn’t inflexible, he just hadn’t changed his mindset yet. With a small prompt, he learned quickly.

Soon enough, they all returned to the living room.

“The family here likely fled after the disaster happened. The kitchen is chaotic; not much useful stuff left, just some decent spices and a bit of oil.”

Zheng Xinyu placed some jars and bottles on the dining table.

Zhong Xiaoshan put down a plastic bag with a sigh, “They had a baby, found a bag of unused diapers, half a can of stage two formula, two packs of alcohol wipes, not much else.”

Fleeing in the apocalypse with a baby needing formula is an utterly despairing thought.

“This family got lucky. All three of them managed not to get infected. I hope they can escape.”

Zhang Su held a photo frame with a family portrait inside. It looked quite new, likely a hundred-day celebration photo of the child.

“Brother Zhang, these clothes… Can I have them?”

Wang Guangjun found a few rolls of toilet paper, some outfits, and he held a mop, looking rather comical.

“Of course, no problem. If you think they fit, just wear them. It’s getting colder, pack a few more clothes in your bag for emergencies. But Old Wang, what are you doing with a mop?”

Frowning, Zhang Su pointed to the mop with a hardened, shaped mop head that Wang Guangjun was holding.

Upon hearing he could take the clothes, Wang Guangjun beamed, then waved the mop, “I’m thinking of making it into a weapon for self-defense.”

“How do you plan to modify this broken wooden stick?”

Zhang Su looked at the mop in Wang Guangjun’s hand, unimpressed.

“Haha,” Wang Guangjun gave a simple smile, “No special technique needed, just sharpen the tip and it’s good to go.”

Zhang Su nodded, indifferent, letting Wang Guangjun tinker around.

After gathering supplies, they all stood by the window, drawing open the curtains, a bit stunned at the sight before them.

Building No. 4 was located at the northernmost part of Sheng Qin Home. Across the wall wasn’t a street but another old city redevelopment community named Tiezhuang, comprised mainly of residents who were relocated back, with a very low population density.

Yet, even with fewer people, the Tiezhuang community was still a scene of devastation.

Zombies wandered everywhere; a rooftop carousel, meant for children, had collapsed, trapping a few struggling zombies below; limbs were scattered in the fitness equipment area; charred walls, shattered windows, and blood-stained grounds were everywhere.

Most notably, someone who jumped to death was caught by network cables, unable to free themselves even after zombifying, swinging their arms aimlessly in the air, causing the body to sway back and forth—utterly tragic.

“How terrifying, I really don’t know when this disaster will end!”

Even Zhong Xiaoshan, accustomed to witnessing life and death in a hospital, couldn’t help but cover her mouth.

“Someone is calling for help…”

Zhang Su helplessly pointed toward a distant building.

They looked in the direction he pointed, indeed seeing a woman behind a window holding a large signboard with “SOS” drawn on it. She must have spotted them, maintaining eye contact with them.

“Poor girl.”

Wang Guangjun shook his head, suddenly thinking his own son might be just like this woman, desperately surviving in a tight spot. Unbearably, he turned away.

Swish.

Zhang Su drew the curtains again, preferring the dimming gloom over continuing to witness the scenes of hell…

When the explosion happened, it was already afternoon, and soon the sky darkened.

“Haha, Old Wang, are you really just getting by with these?”

Zhang Su licked the yogurt residue on his lips, his face alight with happiness and satisfaction.

What used to be a readily available delicacy has now become a luxury. After the power outage, it won’t take long for refrigerated yogurt to spoil, and even shelf-stable yogurt will gradually go moldy with time.

Wang Guangjun scratched his messy hair, smiled, “Drank milk for two days, then when it soured, started drinking yogurt… Do you have enough? I still have a few boxes!”

While speaking, he moved to pick up his dirty-looking satchel beside him.

“Enough, enough, Old Wang. Until we find more supplies, we can’t just eat all we want. Show some restraint, though… don’t you get choked eating instant noodles like this?”

Zhang Su helplessly pushed around a packet of instant noodles on the table.

He took three boxes of yogurt from Old Wang and gave Wang Guangjun two packs of instant noodles.

Perhaps it was the lack of salty food for several days, Wang Guangjun’s eyes turned green seeing the noodles, like a child eagerly eating crispy noodles, crushing them to sprinkle the seasoning and devouring them, not even sparing the sauce packets, licking them clean.

Zheng Xinyu and Zhong Xiaoshan were amazed at Wang Guangjun devouring the crispy noodles, whispering to each other whether he’d chew through a packet of spicy snail noodles, wondering if his teeth could rival those of zombies!

“Brother Zhang, you don’t know the taste of not eating salt for five or six days, it’s unbearable…”

Wang Guangjun licked his lips, touching the flattened instant noodle packet, clearly still wanting more, so he said, “Brother Zhang, can I trade you three boxes of yogurt for two more packs of instant noodles and half a box of cigarettes?”