Leaving the police station.
His footsteps were light as he walked; meaningful things didn’t happen often, and Officer Huang was the only hope he’d seen in Huang City outside of Sunshine District.
He never thought of Officer Huang as a zombie, just as he had imagined before: the apocalypse descended, zombies roamed viciously, too ferocious and domineering for ordinary citizens to contend with. Officer Huang didn’t want to see the peace of Huang City destroyed by the apocalypse, but knew his own weakness. Heartfelt beliefs alone might not fend off the cruel zombies.
In the end, he became a zombie, sustained by a strong conviction, thereby possessing the same strength as the zombies.
Hmm... these were all Lin Fan’s thoughts.
He felt certain he was right, it must be so.
It was time for lunch; people are iron, food is steel, to accomplish anything, one must fill the stomach first.
Cooking and eating were enjoyable tasks.
Seeing simple ingredients turned into dish after dish of delicious food was a great achievement, satisfying a deep vanity.
Turned and walked back, standing at the entrance.
Looking at the various equipment inside.
Not only were there more and more children in the district, but the adult population was also growing.
Morals, intelligence, fitness, beauty.
Morality is ranked first, followed by intelligence, with fitness and beauty at the end.
Those who could live in the district were morally sound; even the children were being raised with a sense of life and values, a solid moral character, and proper political ideals.
Talented without morals makes one despicable, moral without talent is ordinary, but having both morals and talent makes one a sage of the new era.
Although that’s the saying, in the race for fame and fortune in the new era, even the highest academic institutions often overlook morality, chasing talent alone.
The new order would be intelligence, beauty, fitness, morals.
Lin Fan didn’t want such things to happen; he took the education of the children in the district seriously, valuing both morals and intelligence, and certainly not neglecting physical fitness.
Buying basketballs, and elastic jumping ropes for the girls, how fun they would hop and skip with them.
Walking on the street with a basketball in hand, bouncing it as he went, thump, thump, thump—the sound echoing through the desolate streets, bringing some different colors to the quiet streets.
Back at Sunshine District.
He saw Yan Nini and Su Xiaoxiao holding iron pipes, standing on a bench, seriously stabbing at the soil in front of them.
"How’s the practice going?" Lin Fan asked with a smile.
Yan Nini and Su Xiaoxiao saw Lin Fan, "We’re practicing. We’ve got the hang of it, though sometimes there are deviations. It seems we haven’t grasped the true essence yet."
Lin Fan said, "Take your time, no need to rush. A balance of work and rest leads to better results. I’ve brought back some basketballs and jump ropes, so when you have time, you can play with the children. It’s not only relaxing, but also good for fitness."
"Got it, Brother Lin."
Later, he went to the fishpond, planning to catch a fish and make a fish soup.
In Sunshine District, the fishponds had the most fish, and the Tide River, like Huang City’s mother river, was abundant with fish products.
Being able to fish in the Tide River.
That assured the supply of food, and although ordinary survivors might get sick of eating fish often, as long as they were alive, who would care about such things.
"Hello? Anyone there?"
Lin Fan was cleaning up a street, his voice echoing in front of the dirty, quiet street. The zombies that were in front of him had been dealt with; the group wasn’t small, but to him, numbers didn’t determine strength. It was the sight of those evolved zombies that truly shook him.
Silence, absolute silence.
Not a sound to be heard.
He sighed regretfully, having a deep understanding of the state of the apocalypse. There were fewer survivors than he thought. During this time, he had visited several streets, slightly expanding the cleaned-up area, but regrettably, he hadn’t encountered any survivors.
Not even those who didn’t meet Sunshine District’s criteria.
Leaving the street, he headed towards another path.
He saw a van parked ahead, survivors anxiously scanning the surroundings, hastily moving goods from the store into the vehicle. They were startled by Lin Fan’s appearance but continued their work without much concern.
Just a single survivor, not something they dwelt on, they needed to collect supplies quickly.
"There’s a car, people; a bit of interaction, maybe there’ll be some nice gains," Lin Fan thought, his mood lifting.
He hoped to see the survivors alive. These hurried survivors might be engaging in a no-cost procurement, but he understood and didn’t think it was bad. The real bad things were those harmful survivor actions.
Him, with a sword on his back, his unique appearance and calm demeanor contrasting starkly with the agitated survivors in this apocalyptic world.
"There’s someone coming."
"As long as it’s not a zombie, it’s fine. We have plenty of people; no need to be afraid. Keep moving, the quicker we finish, the quicker we can get back."
The group of survivors muttered to each other and continued loading.
In the driver’s seat.
He Mingxuan smoked, his gaze deep as he watched the road ahead. He was currently driving a group of survivors to gather supplies, not needing to leave the vehicle himself because he had become a subordinate of the prison tyrant, Chen Zhiyong.