CHAPTER 1002: CHAPTER 235: EVEN IF THERE’S ONLY A ONE PERCENT CHANCE, I HAVE TO TRY

Wu Hao was drenched in cold sweat; he was now one hundred percent certain.

What they said was exactly what he had been thinking.

He wanted to leave.

But his legs kept trembling, making it difficult for him to stand up properly.

After a moment.

He felt much better; he kept regulating his breathing, warning himself not to be afraid, to stay calm, he must not be afraid. This method of self-adjustment really worked.

Feeling slightly more comfortable, he hurriedly turned around.

Returning the same way he came.

As soon as he reached the room.

Wu Hao couldn’t hold back anymore and knelt on the ground, vomiting loudly. Even though his stomach was empty, the urge to vomit overwhelmed his brain, making it unbearable.

"Damn! Damn! Damn!"

When experiencing extreme shock.

Any literary refinement vanished entirely; only raw expressions could release the inner panic.

"Xiao Hui must be dead."

He remembered Xiao Hui eating sausage, finding a black hair, and saying that the aunt was too careless. Now it seemed like it wasn’t the aunt accidentally dropping it, but rather... damn.

"I can’t stay here, I have to leave."

His mind was completely blank now, random thoughts flooding into his head.

But based on his observations.

He found it was very difficult to leave; the closed iron door wouldn’t open easily. It was easy to come in but hard to get out. He thought of the satellite phone; they had said if he encountered danger, he could call.

But now the phone wasn’t with him, and he felt very anxious.

He had to find a way to get the satellite phone in his hands and immediately call Lin Fan at Sunshine Shelter in Huang City; only Lin Fan could save him and the survivors here, many of whom were likely kept in the dark.

No... he thought about the survivors here who all seemed very friendly, greeting anyone they saw with smiles.

But for some reason, these smiles felt a bit off.

"Could it be that they actually know what’s going on, but because of the apocalypse, their will to resist has been suppressed, so they go with the flow, becoming like zombies raised in captivity?"

Thinking about this frightened Wu Hao even more; he had inadvertently fallen into a terrifying whirlpool.

The night was extremely dark, so dark you couldn’t even see your hand in front of you.

Even though it was only two or three hours till dawn, he still couldn’t see a glimmer of hope, only darkness, and he trembled in the dark, feeling very helpless.

...

Morning.

Sunshine Shelter in Huang City.

"Old Wang, your move is really impressive." Lin Fan stood aside, watching Old Wang and Old Zhou play chess. He didn’t really understand it, but seeing Old Wang’s aggressive play made Old Zhou occasionally scratch his head, showing that Old Wang’s chess skills were quite formidable.

"Xiao Fan, can you understand it?" Old Wang asked with a smile.

"I can’t." Lin Fan shook his head, then took a bite of a long loaf of bread. This bread was made by Xiao Xiao, with cream inside; it tasted great, and he liked it a lot.

Old Wang: ...

Alright.

Even if he didn’t understand, it wouldn’t stop Lin Fan from saying his move was impressive.

"How’s the situation outside lately?" Old Wang asked while playing chess.

"Not bad, always terrible, all the survivors we can save are here, those we haven’t encountered might not be doing well. What I can do now is keep Sunshine Shelter safe." Lin Fan was rather helpless, some things were not what he wanted to see, but reality was just that harsh.

Old Zhou said, "So many satellite phones were given out, but nobody called?"

"Few, very few. Another batch was handed out yesterday; it feels like it would be lucky for even one survivor to find a satellite phone." Lin Fan accepted reality; his personal strength was too weak, too weak to influence the entire apocalypse.

"You’ve already done so well." Old Zhou said.

"Yes, if it weren’t for you, there wouldn’t be such an environment, and how many people living here would be able to survive the apocalypse." Old Wang felt time passed really quickly; in the blink of an eye, it had been so long, and he didn’t expect Sunshine Shelter to develop this far.

Lin Fan said, "I can only do my best; I also want to gather more ordinary citizens, but the scattered survivors make finding them really hard."

Just then.

The satellite phone rang.

It was Old Zhong calling, saying a few brief words.

"Old guys, carry on, there’s a situation on Old Zhong’s side, let me go check it out." Lin Fan said.

"Go ahead, take care of your business."

Lin Fan quickly left.

The two old men watched Lin Fan’s departing figure, then pointed at the chessboard.

"Come on, continue, watch me thrash you until you’re downcast."

...

Not too far from Huang City.

Old Zhong and his group were waiting around the steel beast.

"Old Zhong, I’m here."

Lin Fan hurried over, waving to them, "What did you say the situation was?"

With Lin Fan’s arrival, they relaxed significantly, but the outside circumstances remained bleak. Seeing groups of zombies staggeringly roaming around, it showed that the danger outside was always unimaginable.

They could fearlessly crash through, clearing zombies.

But for other ordinary survivors, facing these zombies was truly life-threatening.

"Lin, look at the ground." Zhu Cheng pointed at the stark, lifeless earth, stretching to the horizon, with no border in sight.