CHAPTER 1007: CHAPTER 236: THE SURVIVOR WE SAVED ENDED UP SAVING US_2

Liu Tao pondered, and said, "Things may not be as you think. When we haven’t seen it with our own eyes, the truth often remains unknown."

Fang Zhan nodded, agreeing with Brother Tao’s words, but thinking about the things he had seen still stirred his heart greatly.

"See if it looks alike." Liu Tao took a photo from a companion, which was found in a bungalow.

Fang Zhan looked at the photo and then at the survivor, comparing them.

"It looks alike, very much so; the elderly woman in the photo and the one I saw in the cellar also look very similar."

Liu Tao said, "It seems the ones hiding in the cellar are a family of three, and this man should be their son."

Fang Zhan said, "Brother Tao, so do you mean..."

"I think what you said wasn’t about any violent incident. I see it should have been willing. When a family of three is in desperation, if one can survive, it would surely be the child. And what you saw, the one whose flesh was consumed, should be the head of the family. As for the woman, she wasn’t eaten but starved to death. There’s even a possibility that the person might not know what they ate, thus surviving until now..." Liu Tao analyzed.

Listening to Brother Tao’s analysis.

The more Fang Zhan thought about it, the more likely it seemed. In his understanding, this person killed the other two, treating them as food supplies, ate one, and met them before consuming the other.

"Brother Tao, what do we do now?" Fang Zhan asked.

Liu Tao said, "Let him calm down for now and see his choice. You’re right, there might be living survivors in the cellar; in the future, even if there’s the slightest chance, we must attempt to rescue them."

After that, they didn’t rush to leave.

The surrounding zombies were cleaned up, they took a short rest, and it happened that among the rebels, there was someone who studied psychological therapy before, so they could just give that survivor proper consolation.

At this moment.

The rescued survivor was sitting at the door, gobbling down food, while a rebel next to him occasionally chatted with him about something.

Chen Xiaoshan ate while staring, seeming dazed.

His mind was very chaotic.

The 23-year-old, born in a rural family, had no money or background, and since childhood, his studies were bad; he stopped schooling after middle school, loafing around nearby all the time.

Occasionally, he’d take a job but would quit within days, complaining of fatigue.

His father scolded him as useless.

His mother comforted him, saying to take it slow and not to rush.

The apocalypse erupted, order collapsed.

Initially, Chen Xiaoshan was excited, thinking life was boring, let it destroy. He even often saw on short videos news of meteors heading towards the planet.

He would often comment beneath.

Hurry up and destroy it, it’s boring.

But the appearance of apocalypse zombies only brought him brief excitement followed by endless fear.

Maybe it was heaven favoring their village.

Not many zombies appeared.

The villagers established a first line of defense, but who would have thought, the appearance of a zombie army completely plunged them into despair, unable to resist the zombie tide’s assault.

He hurriedly hid in the cellar with his parents, there was food in the cellar, and luckily, there was a lot of stored water.

Even hiding in the cellar, he could still hear the terrifying ’huh huh’ sounds outside.

He could also hear screams.

Perhaps some villager was caught by the zombies.

All these scenes hit his heart like waves, and endless fear shrouded his mind, where could he think of destruction or feeling tired anymore?

For a few days, everything was still fine, there was food and water, hoping zombies would leave on their own, then he could leave the cellar, thinking of ways to survive in the apocalypse.

With this mindset, some time passed.

Chen Xiaoshan’s mind was cracking, the dark days stressed his spirit, the only thing he could do was use the gaps in the iron board to differentiate between day and night.

At night, zombies were very excited and active.

’Huh huh’ sounds were continuous, echoing throughout the night.

These sounds were like demonic melodies, wave after wave echoing in the mind, making the spirit like a gradually disintegrating mirror, ready to completely collapse at any time.

And so, muddled, who knows how long.

The food ran out.

The drinking water was almost finished too.

He thought about his father, the selfish, irritable old guy, he would surely take the supplies himself and manage them, Chen Xiaoshan had already thought it all out.

As long as the old guy dared to do this, he would resist.

But what Chen Xiaoshan didn’t expect was that the old guy took some of the remaining food and a little water, then went to the fork’s cellar nearby.

Chen Xiaoshan couldn’t be bothered to say much about it, anyway now he was curled up here, not wanting to move.

Later...

The lack of food made him increasingly uncomfortable; everything was blurry when he looked, as if many sounds rang in his ears.

And just when he was in a daze.

His mother always managed to sneak some food to him, he didn’t know what it was, the mental collapse had already made him produce illusions about the surrounding environment, not knowing whether it was a dream or reality.

Confused and dazed.

Until now...

His mind gradually cleared a bit.

The psychologist accompanying Chen Xiaoshan could sense that his condition had improved.